Song
I'm confused,
Without shelter,
I dream with springtime,
Bloody heart,
I'm desperate teardrop,
I traverse straying age,
Among my ribs –
My heart dissolve,
Upon my eyes are past dreams,
They appear drowned by drops,
The hurricane smash my boat,
And wind winter splits my sail,
So,
I leave the memories in heart victim,
The songs stopped from returning.
Basim Al Aoda
2008 July
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem. Love it. 10+