I was standing there
Feeling my despair
In the solid air
Of the dusty hall.
Everything was quiet,
I was almost dying
After all this trying
To achieve my goal.
Pressing the receiver
Tight against my ear
All that I could hear
Was a busy beep…
…
On the other end
With a phone in hand
Dialing again
He was calling me…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To achieve my goal! ! Thanks for sharing.