miércoles, 17 de octubre de 2012

The spring on consciousness (Acrostic)


T rinkets in the water
H ung on the pound
E nding all matter,
S ilencing all sound.

P oor little troubled girl
R ings in her mind a promise
I solated rests a pearl
N ever again it will flourish.


G arden, hidden your branches
Overhead, conceal lovers’ caresses
F lowing flowers which vanish,
C ruel nature never makes distinction.


O ne night, one single night
N umb with him in the forest.
S he discovered this new side
C osting her life.


I wonder why love’s always cruel
O f those who both cherished.
U nder the trees of this wood
S he loved and she perished.


N ow, she lies on the dark ground

E thereal sorrow in a forgotten mouth.
S he was singing a sad song
S he sang for her wasted soul…