It hurts, the rose
Its carnation tears the flesh and thrills
With beauty
Gushing tears and blood
My voice is in prison
My brain is the executioner
My heart is non facere
Wall that surrounds the soul-albatross.
Take a wild guess
Silly fella
Scholar of the first sin
Under the bridge
Joined on 9/5/23
wineplume
i sang it
Meuny
I find it amazing when someone likes my poems here on NG because I usually do a manual translation of what I've written due to the fact that I write my poems in my native language and then pass the poem on to English (and sometimes German)