Bike tracks from years before guide me to an old adventure, traveled by many. The need to explore has now become a dull muffled whisper. It is small but it will never leave. Time moves too quickly now. Telling it has become too much of a burden. Now it is up to you my love. Watch my watch and watch my eyes closely as I tell you. you are the most important thing to me now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem, Olly. Thanks for sharing