on a lonely night like this
i envy the stars
i miss the moon and
the cool shadows of trees
on a lonely night like this
in the desert of my
dryness, i long for the rain
and the fog and the mist
on a lonely night like this
i begin to think
about you:
how are you death?
This was so switching tracks from one rail to the next..yes it was.. :) ..iip
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece - with a sudden change of tack which makes it more interesting