Boats lost at sea, ,
Earth’s grief
Tell me:
Why do breathless waves
Fall down on your eyes?
Night’s tale, ,
That adores my death
I am but a twirl
In your surroundings.
Behold..
I launch my heart
Up and far.
Beyond the wing of Eagle.
I launch my poem..
Without sin, though
Life’s mirror laughs.
You still souse my moans.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeh Richard Thripp, life still souse our moans.