There are trees
people
songs constructed
by lives
filled with heart break
tragedy
longing for a touch
but still empty
There are good times
floating about
at venues
hosting a passionate man
who knows how to use
a guitar
fronting a band
what a good time
but even if you were there
even if you were
that passionate man
but even...
still
empty
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem