Tis difficult to feel the rhythm of anothers heart
When its been so long
[Time has a habit of changing the beat]
And like the scarecrow standing alone
Open to all the seasons
Watching mother nature slowly change the landscape
It's hard to find real reason
To still be here
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a fabulous analogy. Open to multi layered interpretation. HG: -) xx