I am sad
Tired of this time
And you that grow
Fear on my heart
Call me gone feeling
Stay a second
Tomorrow will be so late
I will make a song
And sing breathless
My down without you
Is a red dream
A nice poetic imagination, Mina. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tomorrow will be so late I will make a song And sing breathless My down without you Is a red dream Beautifully expressed. 10 for it. Subhas