No more words,
No more one song,
No more one touch,
No more one kiss.
No more stars
No more the beautiful blue sky,
No more dreams
In every night.
No more one poem
that tell you about love
Not even more one tale
In which, we had dreamed of.
No more feelings
No more one tear
No more one heart
No more life.
No more time
No more meetings
No more drinkings
At the bar, in the streets.
No more you
No more me
No more that love
In which we had thought
We would live eternally.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you write beautifully