She waves her hand
He looks back....
Now to the Western Front!
Streams, forest, mountain.
She will be sleeping
As his eyes will shine
In the dark.
Will he?
Won't he?
Expectations and broken promises.
Thus hangs a tale,
As you and I
Change side in bed
Asleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem