this is it, thier is no more, the glass is empty, .and
are time is short.but now that its over, now that its
done, well pick up the peices and move on.
this is it, dont say a word, we saw the rain clouds
and felt the storm.but now that its over, now that
its done, were pick up the peices and move on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what ever happen to true love..............