All alone like a tiny stone
who can see this part of me?
All I have been until this dawn.
is a little tree- great and green promised to be.
All alone like a song unknown,
a long lost key to the heart o f D...
Because what she’s shown is now all gone
I paid the fee for the heart of she.
All alone like a tiny stone,
all alone like a song unknown.
All alone like a draft at sea,
caught by storm and crazy wind
thinking of her perfect skin.
Now my darling’s mind is gone
and all that’s left is that little stone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like it. A great poem with a beautiful flow.