Love Smells Of Death Poem by Tamiz Ludi

I am sitting near the river
Reflected brittle face floating in the water mirror

A broken man is hidden in the hunk!
A perfect heart
Love raw materials still fresh,
As apples

Nature's song is moving like a stream
The sound of mourning is going on
It looks like there is a bit more time
I'll cry inside
I will see the rivers and the winds in my tears.

Love smells of death
Some of the suicides will flutter from the river.