A little place,
Around the turn,
Small and quite,
But nothing to hold.
Nothing to keep me
Warm at night.
I look around,
Nothing in sight.
What a picture you have painted, nothing comforting for a bed to keep you warm and secured as you sleep throughout the night. Interesting.
This is a very good poem what was you feeling when you wrote it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
cold and alone in the night... i liked the way you present a situation here in line to your thoughts running inside...talking words...10