lonely
just plain lonely
pictures have left me
to be still
openly
my heart did spill
funniness was not
the thrill
shylee
leaking tender parts
of my heart, yet
holding onto
happiness
hoping
each soul which
departs, finds a
place with
pure golden lace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely! ......absolutely....