Coming to a place
You think you don't belong,
Those empty spaces
You see in crowded room.
You might think of running
Yet you can't move an inch.
Your head is spinning,
Feeling you're about to fall.
All you can think at the moment
Is someone to hold.
So in this unfamiliar crowded place,
You won't feel you're all alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Diane, such an awesome write...10++++