Being alone is like hearing a single tone one.
Building a house alone is like standing in a storm that's
about to start and you just felt a little
rain drop falling on it's own one
writing this poem alone is like hearing a sad old song
in a room alone one driving and walking to get
home seem's like forever as you go on being next to a
phone with no tone what you call that? I call it alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem