Deep in the night,
she emerges from the mist.
Clinging to a rose of white,
longing for the one that is missed.
She stands on a rocky peak,
the rose's thorns have dug in deep.
The wind howls and shrieks,
but her eyes have no more tears to weep.
Watching the moonlight dance with the sea,
before crashing on the rocks below.
Once more together they shall be,
as off the cliff she does go.
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I feel your pain deeply in this one. I sit in that same place myself is all I can really say. Whatever it would take to rejoin the sweet lady I so deeply miss. Magnificently beautiful and for me perfectly relatable.100 out of 10 my friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very sad scene! But suicide is never a solution to any problem ! The scene described is very arresting ! A steep rock, roaring waves below, howling wind, a white flower symbolising love.... all very suggestive images!