The rise of your heart
Swooping the twilight souk of your wishes
Gliding the bartered feelings
All is for sale in the bonfire of spent desires
Yet you Invoke the fighting spirit
And Byron smiles at your audacity
As a forgotten hand reaches for what might have been
And tries to drag that feeling back
Into the here and now
If only for a heartbeat
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem