The face that has been haunting like summer mosquito,
bites finally deep into dream, till every cell itchs for a scratch.
out of the window, a star is hanging still,
still, i have an interrupted dream to catch.
Few words deeply felt are as powerful to a reader as their dream on a long sleepless night. Beautiful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
out of the window, a star is hanging still, still, i have an interrupted dream to catch. Very nice expressions and the haunting mosquito as example.... thank u dear poetess. tony