She woke up with a pain in her heart.
Pain of missing you……….
Pain of losing you………..
Pain that is killing her ………
It is slowly stabbing her vulnerable heart.
She couldn’t understand why,
It is so hard to let go of a hand.
A hand…Full of mysteries and lies.
Her life scrambled,
When you begun to dance.
A mystic dance she could not jive.
The dance floor was full of colorful beams,
Man without a face dances in the stream.
It was such a nightmare to be on that floor of teams,
For you would loose yourself fighting as one man team.
one of a kind poem, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , thanks----superb.....
A dream like situation creates stir in heart when read with feeling! Well written piece!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A truely unique and beautiful piece