Darkness fall on the hills
Silence fills the air
What went wrong where did you go
Do you still think of me
My mind wonders on in the distance
I hear a echo my heart is calling
I weap alone under the old wallow tree
A shooting star I see, could mean hope
My thoughts wonder on to the lemon tree
I grasp the lemons in my hands, I forgot how to make lemonade
Old wise one if only you could speak
If only you could say one thing
Tell me a story old wise one you bare the scars of war you have seen it all, do you also weap like me
My heart bares the scars........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem