tell me then
what to do to the pieces
the shards, the remains
not swept away by the wind,
of me on the floor...
I do not want to be the man
of your dreams,
I want to be the man of mine.
Paulo Ramos - Trofa - Portugal - 16.10.2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If irreparable, then accept them. Thanks for sharing. 10+