Feelings to be loved
Blew away like a smoke
In the sky
Tears those shed
Dropped on the sand
Went dry
There is nothing
Else left for me
To cry
Just wishing and waiting
For one thing
How soon will it take?
For me to die
'For one thing How soon will it take? For me to die' T o u c h e s inside.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I did not expect the ending. we all have a # and as soon as that # is up then that is wen its our time to go.... or so I have been told by a wise man. good job. Becca