The first touch among
The many that will follow
Is the most painful
But perhaps it is the last
That will leave me here
Broken and bleeding out
Onto what little floor
That can still hold me
Renaissance of poetry thorugh your revolutions here.Nice thinking.
Beautiful. So many untold takes the root to meet with passion. Fantastic. Yes, the floor never betrays but we can't keep our promise. Regards, pranab 10++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it's very sad. why would they leave you? i cannot understand.... It's a beautiful poem all the same, very good. :)