Its a world of stones....people with faces like stones....hearts of stones......but my heart wanders endlessly.. searching something real..original..i console..tell..ask to rest..convince..you are finding something that doesnt exist....stop wandering..u'l never get it....
*seno*
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sublime start with a nice poem, Senora. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.