my ears run dry
with throbbing longing
to hear your voice again
my lips pursing
blowing breeze
reminiscing quality days
and i can’t keep marveling
without that song of yearning
ease to ember after dawn
am i to deny such feeling
in melancholic evening
always have open ears
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Manonton. an interesting piece outlining how inportant it is to keep listening. well done. Regards Dave T.