Question

un poema en ingles corto pls

Answer 1

TRACES

We are a dissatisfied groan
A sound in the silence of space
A disordered light,
An old prophetic thought
We are an unending laugh
Conteining a flood of sadness
The color of beach that is going far
And is getting lost between the traces
We are the cloud it´s beyond beliefs
that goes with the wind of doubts
that goes with the fury of time
We are like a dustry-flesh-sand
And we go slowly returning
To the hide root of foam
That dissapear between the light of dreams.

©Julie Sopetrán