telegraph...
silence speaks,
gravel voice...
trees fall,
no one hears...
you cannot lie...
in the moment
of you and me.
i know your smell,
your feel and your taste.
time writes with blood,
feet within feet!
love, the scar,
that no one else sees...
the color of water
tinged with gasoline!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Intriguing write..i like it a lot. -SG