Am I supposed to sit
with my arms crossed
while the moon roars
and the sea is crying?
My heart would not let me
To look at the ashes in the wind
that fall on the roses
and petrify people's souls.
A pond of blue earth
that once were desires,
unwithered and brave,
now they are sunken piles.
Lying in longing and in vain
without a face or memories,
the ashes in the wind
remember me of the time
when I used to be loved.
CITEȘTI
The poetry of my unspoken realm
PoésieThis is my inner world written as poetry and expressed creatively in other different forms as well. These are my poems on philosophical content,existencial questions,love,nostalgy,friendship,and much more. The poems in this book are based on my expe...
