I doubt I will ever
See blue skies
My weather is grey
And my heart red
Wet and moist
Like the dark black
Clouds that fill
The never ending horizon
With a serene sadness
Great poem. Free verse is what it sounds like. lol but if not I'm sorry.
You can become the white tailed dove in your clouds Which drinks blue and blue without destination lost in the woods Lovely write here...las palabras para toda la vida...los pájaros adoran libertad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely words but sad.... the sorrow was there and made this poem bleed with such beauty tears... Wonderful touch! ! ! !