blue as the bleakly weeping skies
falling like sad rain on the pillow
these tears are a deluge of sorrow
upon a weary heart
what's the use of time
if it's so content to pass so slowly
and looking far away sings no song
to dry the tears that break the dam
how good times go so fast
and so quickly when you want them to last
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very moving and eloquent poem. Ten for this. Kindest regards, Sandra