Who? Nobody, nobody told me anything
about me, about you, both
suspected of weaving glories with Nothing,
so I would like you to stay there
and stay there until the bridge is covered,
until the passing of Time is perceived in another way.
With whom? Without anyone. People are pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well composed occasional poem.....10+++
Thank you, BERNAD for your visit. I am grateful to you for your kindness. It's your house.