out of reach
a winters grasp
stuck inside
a house of glass
a nimble story
of love not found
inside your heart
with loss of sound
with outstretched arms
to falling skies
a lost cause
you dont know why
but the reason is simple
love is the reason
it only seems to grow
in the right kind of season
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can relate to this poem, nicely done!