We start thinking more
When we have no listeners
We start thinking more
When feelings run dry
We start thinking more
When we are smitten down
We start thinking more
When, sorrow knocks our door.
We start thinking more
When, we see through blurring eyes,
We start thinking more
When we are alone with God
We start thinking more
When we can do nothing more
We start thinking more
When all our time is spent
And time runs timeless into eternity.
Great poem. I wonder sometimes why the reality and imaginations are quite so different.
Shweet poem thats true! its great to think, i constantly do! you should read some of my poems you might relate!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
we start thinking of the same thing when we are real mad..................