Singing of birds
Heard not now
Humming of bees
Echos in mind.
Lovable songs
Estopped now
And changed rhythms
Hit not soul.
Waiting for new
Composed yet
Revolves around
Bringing it hard.
Strings of Lyre
Broke unto pieces
Mending hard
Till to get new
Heat emitted not
To melt snow
Of wishes
In the dawn of ashes
Hard to find
words of love
And peace so sweet
To fill up pace
Songs are sad
And lyre is bad
Rhythm is new
To enjoy all
So sad and a huge feeling of loneliness, why? ? ? ? Because a misunderstood that leads you to block your rhymes? ? That is not fair Poet. Sad, sad poem and my heart too.
Swimming in a sea of sadness yet surfing on the surface of serenity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Painful Poem poured out from heart. Still one has to swim across the river of sadness. Writing can overcome many sadness.....