Am I blue...
When love's lost
When night's gone
No full moon
No stars now...
On this night
Van Gogh died?
I wrote a poem you might like today. I don't know when I'll post it Bravo on this one
That's a huge compliment, Poet Friend! THX so very much for your very positive response. And for adding it to your favourites.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When love is lost, everyone is blue, I think.
I think that Jack Kerouac was probably more blue than most people! Thank you for reading and commenting, Cowboy Ron.