Everything’s gone.
Everything’s gone tender,
gone soft,
gone - between a breath and a sigh,
gone down the dawning distance between My Love and I
Everything went.
Everything went with her,
went with her falling tear,
went with the sound of her unseen footsteps,
a l’Est de St. Lazare.
Everything’s gone…
Everything went …
So why am I still here?
Great Tony! This poem is a sweet melody with no ending! I guess the influence of Neruda 'between the shadow and the soul' and I love your metaphor 'between a breath and a sigh' Great Tony and thank you for this melody! Friendly
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
knowing how the story unfolded hasn't eased any of the sadness of this piece...wonderful write.