extended greenness of grass
black and sandy dusting roads
a sun through clouds frightened
decorated with the robe being on fire
of the early hour is oozing
somewhere a rainy torrential-ness is sobbing
with tiring out the eyesight of green leaves
they are mumbling for it for the accompaniment
the violence and the helplessness
mixt in transit to the last border
those without the face retreats will fall down there
where with secret cause
the fate sent them to the distraction
but by it they will hear the speech of Angels
they will watch mornings of their childhood and spent years
breaking the mirror image to thousands other
in a flash they will love
purpose...
Beautiful, moving, very good. Great written. It is worthwhile reading.
Maria, another terrific poem, this is brilliant wrtitng Sam
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'the fate sent them to the distraction but by it they will hear the speech of Angels they will watch mornings of their childhood and spent years breaking the mirror image to thousands other '..you are drawing your inspiration from such a deep source. So glad to have found you here finally. (smile)