if the sky does not fall in love
why then does she weep to flood
the planet's liquid and solid faces
why does she wail with such a thunder
and is she not BLIND for half the time
who am I therefore, to resist...
this falling in or out of love
it was all a blur, I admit
until I fell, fell out of Love-
A lovely poem pregnant with meaning and message! Congrats!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
another gr8 write Lungelo, you always put that talent to good use...