Glass has shattered.
Clocks have stopped.
Flowers have unbloomed.
Life has come to a standstill.
Same old me. Same old me.
Never to amount to anything.
Just a little. Just a hint of it.
Love.
Such a powerful word.
You don't know it until you've truly found it.
Will my love come?
Wil I ever find one?
Doubt.
As strong a word as love.
Now THAT I have found
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem