you don't have to prolong
my agony
of waiting and staring
at the stars
i give up i am leaving
what for my dear?
i only have your name
you are never here
i heard your voice
nothing but a
very faint whisper
a hush in the bush
a blush a crush
a bristle of a brush
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem