Loneliness comes in waves..
aching the ventricles...
making dysrhythmia...
there you hear my heart mourns.
trekking over Himalayas...
kissing wild flowers...
dipping in freezing streams...
I miss you so much...
Yet the heart aches in pain.
Loneliness....
The enemy of concentration
Hurdles for happy thoughts
Hope my dreams'll heal my heart
in this Autumn
before chilling winter comes
You have turned your loneliness into music and the world is listening, Kolitha. Very fine feelings expressed here. Kindest regards, Sandra
It's really wonderful Doctor. Hope is a bird and the loneliness is the illusory sky what I see in your valuable painting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nicely worded, profounf thoughts shared here