I am done for,
jumping the wall of
signature pain.
I hear you talking
in whispers, to an invisible
god of absence.
A journey breaks
halfway. Were you going
to write off our hand-made tapestry?
O God, you hit
precisely. I want to throw
back your kindness.
Ah, the scars don't
go. Time does not heal
the wounds of earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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" Ah, the scars don't go time don't heal the wounds of earth" . Agonizing remembrances through an introspective soliloquy. Thanks for sharing.10 points.