Random rainfall fills soft tender space Touches every nerve cell on groove of face Rinses where pining has left its trace Cleansing wounds from life’s harsh race Dreams we made were formed from lace
For love found herself no true home Desire waits silently crying alone Hope almost gone flat monotone No warmth to feel or call its own Desolation fresh and vital sown
Pour l’amour lui-même ne trouvé acune veritable maision.....
Longing vertebrae winds around Crushes feelings without a sound Bewilderment and loss abound Dissolution all around
Précipitations tombant sur mon visage C’est just un mirage Mais parlent pas Entre deux coeurs qui s’aiment nul besoin de paroles.
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Posted: May 2010
About this poem:
I have had SUCH a time trying to put those accents on, only to be defeated at the title.
I know what you are talking about with the accents. Been there many times. Had not done it in a while on my lap top and now can not remember how to do some I love your way of writing. It is so strong and powerfull. Hope you have a good weekend.
Comments (7)
What a lovely poem. You did wonderful on this one.
Boy, my French has really gotten rusty, but I'll go with it! Thanks for sharing.
lovely phrases, a very mature write, thanks for sharing...