will you cast me away
if i get poor in sway
if i lose my heart
and wear a grumpy face
with little tinge of the last glide`s trace?
will you not forgive my sage eyes
that go blind with too much philosophical light?
and the mind that stirs at the sniff of the tempest
with its legs rooted in the shore quite afar the sea?
and the poor soul that knows yet misses the goal
for it hovers and flutters and rubbernecks the whole?
will you not forgive your lover
a poet who bears the runny pain of an active volcano?
and an escapist who sees light in the power cut night?
and a vocalist who wakes up a long gone dead?
and a moron who sees into a storybook romance
and binds into bale all the elicited morbid grains?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
forgive your lover, really it is good one..