Longer days and colder
Nights
Fill my existence.
The dreamer stares
Into dark void,
Unable to dream.
The painter stares
Into blank canvas,
Unable to paint.
The singer sings
Alone, ahead.
His words wrap me
In velvety embrace
Away from tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is cute and lovely