I stand, sadly
In the solitude of nothingness,
Knowing that being alone
Is not in life, the very best,
Tears, the heart oppress
And yet, there's nothing I can do
As my lonely Sun, starts to set.
A well penned poem about the sorrow of being alone, dear Maa'am Sandra......10++++++++++
Ever so heart moving and heart touchingly expressed! .. Thank you for sharing! .. Ever so many 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! .........................+++++
Ah, yes! The pleasures of old age announce themselves... I know the feeling well. Yet true pleasures there are... such as reading Sandra's poems. Gracias, Sandracita!
lonely tears seeing the mossy wall around of its Oh! teared life on the rolling saw; rusty teeth cut its pearl and scatter to the sad world!
Very nice sad poem.... quite different from your uplifting poems from January. far from the crowd you stand; the sea gull calls and moors on a distant rock; you call and you are alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tears, the heart oppress And yet, there's nothing I can do As my lonely Sun, starts to set......so touching and impressive. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.10