So little love in this place.
Nothing for your heart to embrace. I'm at a crossroad in my life,
and the view cuts me like knife.
The future passing me by sooner or later.
This road changes its course on a dime.
Life's a two-way street with no stop signs.
You need to read between these lines.
I could not read the minds of others.
You'll know where you stand for each other.
You love what's mortal. Hold it close as your
life depends on it. When time comes to let it go.
You let it go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem