Madame Cosmos

Thou art lying on a bed

Made of broken thoughts

Always looking at the stars

Whom deny to shine at thee.


Dreaming for that lost man

Him who thou have strayed

In a darkest and hostile way

Thou shalt always cry at the moon.


His heart thou´ve demolished

Cause evolve was too hard for thee

Now he is gone and thou eat thy hopes

Travel to the nebulosa of sorrow my lady.


On thy flesh the memory remains

Of his big and soft hands

Thy lips miss the touch

On thy breasts, misplaced love.


Eccentric dame of the night

Pray for thy soul to be repair

Fly through the endless cries

Erase thy tortured mind.
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By:Negaraliss.

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Dear friend and poet Negaraliss9.,

Sad is for a lady to lose her loved one in such a way that even the greatest sufferings can't recover him. Great poem.

With my congratulations, another big and fraternal hug,

Ulpiano

 

Mille Mercis! Une embrassade pour vous Ulpiano.

 

C'est fantastique!
Votre poème est en anglais,
tu me réponds en français,
tu es polyglotte.

Lass uns die deutsche Sprache entspannen!

Un autre câlin,

Ulpiano

 

Bilingüe viajando hacia lo trilingüe.Kiitos!

 

Y ahora me das las gracias en finlandés.
Bien, hasta pronto, no deseo que el don de lenguas me confunda.
Otro abrazo.