The pain is only in my mind.
The love was never there.
Sleep it away, and wake up new.
Or dwell on the pass, and sink like a rock.
.......it's a dedication for the season....one of the best fringe benefits of winter is the longer nights means anyone can sleep twelve hours, if they want....and after twelve hours of sleep any problems will be forgotten.... or hopefully have disappeared completely....enjoyed this write very much...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Gary this is lovely few words strong message if only it was that easy to forget