D.L. are his Initials
for so many cries
for my watery eyes
Him D.L., a reason to it.
Still after all, now I close my eyes
and we a family together, DL I think
So sad, reality back
In opening my eyes,
In a b l i n k
His name not, Instead
'D'ont 'L'eave m e, I T h i n k!
(To the Paper Man When I couldn't accept that all he is,
is made of Paper)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
touching piece, a good one....