Drowning, thinking
Then fled away where the cold is not freezing
Even the lamplight could not see this bleeding
Ain't it that bad?
To see the colors turns to gray
And hear the truth burnt into flame
Fade upon the shadows
Fly towards the foggy
Try to grab those empty hands
Or plain over gloomy sunday
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely brought forth in good diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing Luky.
Thank you for reading my poem :) And thank you for ur comment. It really means to me for creating a new one.