No wheel to turn
no companion
empty space
like a lost coin
treasured in hiding
her absence hurts
my heart aches
yearning for her return
longing
like parched lips for water
even dew drops
before the sun rises
and I call her name
reminisce good times
as I walk along
musing my cycle of faith.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem