chair can’t come off my mind
empty waiting for someone far
it’s been there for a long time
how many beautiful people sit
to enjoy listening to stories; yes
and how many does fall asleep
i can’t put that under an oak tree
dust will play with it so as rain
i can’t leave it alone in the room
lonely hearts will come to moan
so nice to be close to a love seat
where lovers chat for moments
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem