Is it too late for love?
I hear the song of a dove
Outside my window.
Just now I got up to close the door
Because it makes me feel so sore
to hear what I can't have.
I hear it in the trees
And see it in the bees
But it eludes me
And I feel so very small
Like I'm not capable, at all
Could someone please shoot me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah, I know what that feels like.