For me there is only one truth
You.
For me there is only one dream
You.
For me there is only one reason
You.
Without you I would possibly still be living.
But that life would be like
A withering flower
counting its days to fall.
Painting: JWG
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Without you I would possibly still be living. But that life would be like A withering flower counting its days to fall..........