allow meto pass
by rivers of illusions
, , born and not made, ,
trapped on shore
the great of defeats
allow me oblivion
stiflng silance
in bonesof silence
and that miracle
still raises the eyelid
She would not believe
any soul forward with hands
connected by a wall
my body warm
certain offerining
A well texted and nicely thought out poem. Deep piece written in heightened poetic diction with insight. Thanks for sharing Dorina.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thank you, Chinedu Dike! I am glad