A soft murmr in the wind
Soft kiss still lingrs on his lips
Arms tightly wrapped around me
Only to be pried from firm grip
The tears roll gently down my face
Why did he leave?
Why'd he have to go?
He tld me 2 let go
To just forget
But how can i?
When a part of me's left
With an empty void
That no 1 can replace
How can i move on...
When i only see your troubled face
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cold Cold bread around a heated piece of meat. Will the bread warm or the meat turn cold in this poetic sandwich of three poems. Who is the bet maker? GW62