HER love sharpend these cold
edges, and her speckled sky
felt like rain, beatifull rain,
carpathia,
carpathia,
where the hell are you, my friend, no where
says the wind, just turn around
and put your love out, and there i
am.
HIS love was eye candy, booze,
sex, and drugs, and a take her home,
for a night of love, or fake love,
carpathia,
carpathia,
where the hell are you, my friend,
nowhere says the wind, just turn
around, and put out your love,
or fake love, and there i am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
DAVID...AWESOME WRITE, HERE...''nowhere, says the wind'...I love it, my friend...FINE PENNING'''''''''''''''''''''FJR