The poem in my head, spinning
around the moon, chasing
the sound your sweet laughter
ringing in my ears.
My heart calls out to you in
whispers and once again I shutter
at the thought of your demise!
The moon at midnight is the
loneliest of all.
Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
January 26,2015
12 A.M.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful moon poem in midnight of January. Nicely penned poem shared really.