Comfortable shoulder
I have lost you
In mad race through
Ignorance and disregard
I waited for word
I remain occupied
The truth is not denied
I need to sail in boat
With all dreams politely sought
You were nowhere seen
Even though mind developed golden scene
My heart longed for your face
But I was soon lost in race
How could I sing?
When found you not in ring
The stage was full of scene actors
But found and smelt somewhere here
I changed head direction
To find you in action
My head ached and lowered
To find comfortable shoulder
Everybody needs a comfortable shoulder to lean on. A very interesting illustration. Half of it appears to be an oil painting, the other half a photograph.
I changed head direction To find you in action My head ached and lowered To find comfortable shoulder
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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