and sad, perhaps;
as of children
visited for the first time in their life
by sadness; pure sadness,
without friend or enemy,
just sad; sadness which does not tell
of its parents, or of where it came from,
or of where it might be going;
or of how long it might stay before it goes..
yes, sadness like that.
So sweet... a bit like lonely, really. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxx
M, a perfect reflection of an elusive and all-too-frequent state of mind. I hope it is not yours. t x
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is touchingly sad yet beautiful and whoever gave it a lower number than a 10 has a severe ego problem....sad but true, ~~~~~~~~~~marci, :)