Lingering memories
tormenting her
Fragile heart: she is;
restless and alone
wondering for a half pleasure.
Oh Night!
Enwomb her, hold her
into your dark chest,
before she moves;
moves to the unknown.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Sarah. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.