The sun will rise
but you say I
will set beneath
the cool grey hills
The tide comes in
but I'll go out
beneath the breaking
of the waves
The storm clouds clear
but I will break
just like a
summer storm
You say its true
but you're afraid
that love wont
keep you warm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem. Like it. Good write.