like a brickwall
i've learned to be cold
'carefree and senseless'
I'm sometimes told......
So like a brickwall i stood tall
come floods and rains....
I'd conquer them all! ! !
Yet something is changing
before these eyes
You now in the picture
come quite precise
I'm maybe enticed or in malady
Yet...a brickwall i should be still
despite the fact that you are there.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
before these eyes You now in the picture come quite precise a loom of lovely writes.a snicky clamp of words