at the end of the day
alone at last
I think of the way
the day went passed
did i plan it
the way it went?
or do i need to repent
for the things that made this day
the last for me in this world?
hope for the best in everyday and any other day...............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is something mysterious about your poem. I am greatly impressed by it.