Earthly grief of the saint;
May thee bleed to death,
What betided apace,
Is the sword for the maze,
Thus the only mage arised;
Owner of the ring was shaped,
Alas for the broken sense,
I was born in vulture days,
On his face a painful phrase;
Slumber was the hidden death,
Temerarious was all in his head,
So angel died at night in bed.
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
Love and pain; you can find both in these poetries. You can love and you can suffer.
Aşk ve acı; bu şiirlerde ikisini de bulabilirsiniz. Sevebilirsiniz ve acı çekebilirsiniz.
Thanks for reading... 🙏🏻
Okuduğunuz için teşekkür ederim... 🙏🏻
