I scream, i cry
i call for help but no one hears my empty pleads
as i lay there on there ground in the rain
as it pours on my face, my body, in the distance i see her
she comes closer with a painful look on her face but as she kneels down beside me it disappears as she hold me in her arm and kisses me soft and full of love i think in my head ' i am sorry my love'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice prosaic poem..................10