Mind's puppet here
on this rocky terrain,
from a place I cannot
fall-Oh it's all the same!
A bristly shore approaches
and I question its place
only because it reminds me
of that someone's face;
all secluded and lonely,
eerily gray,
I look at this place and
I know I can't stay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awww so sad Stills and well written. Thanx for sharing this with us. Barbara