Swinging with rhythms, spending time along
in depths of writing poetry.
No one around to hear my cries for love and
understanding, they go plaintively unheard
as I continue to grieve.
Holding back the tears that keep insisting
that I let them go, wanting to hear the sound
of another being here for me.
Yet it never happens and I continue to sit and
write alone again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No one around to hear my cries of love! But, there is hope ahead of you in life. Nice work.