After you stopped talking to me
The sun stopped rising in the east
And as such there were no sunsets in the west
And seasons wouldn't change
And birds had long stopped singing
And, and........... Yawn (Sorry, excuse me)
I have even stopped breathing......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent exaggeration to make a poetic point. Well done my frien!