A gathering cloud
thick with desire
is checked by the blaze of the tallying sun.
When reason cancels
out passion, the heart
is heavy without vent.
Such is the pain of forbidden tears.
For eyes that keep vigil do not weep.
beautiful poem..... ya those eyes cant afford to have a fuzzy image.... :) loved it short sharp and focused. ; oved it :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
-the heart is heavy without vent- great thought. Read mine - Cicatrix - Adeline