I am the old picture, hanging on the wall of memory,
I am the misery of torsos dry,
And I am the sadness shadow who is sitting in the darkness
In the paralytic night!
I am an empty smile, resident in the empty heart,
And I am a sadness of a stranger who lives in a stranger house!
I am the frets frozen in the ice
And I am the abandoned old well
In abandoned houses!
I am the silence who is listening to his moan
Such as the pain entombed far away and far enough!
And I am the shadow of the dream in the picture space!
Lots of feelings described here. Quite heartfelt. Keep writing and sharing.
I am the shadow of the dream, good write. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment, .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am the silence who is listening to his moan Such as the pain entombed far away and far enough! expressed your feeling beautifully