like a grain of sand in an empty desert
you move me so gracefully
giving my insignificant existence
a whole new destiny.
you are the storm that conducts the dunes
while invisible, I move along whit your tunes.
Here the loneliness screams
but I only hear your gentle voice
that echo’s my far forgotten dreams.
I only feel you, as the sun turns
you lift me up but we both know
I am made to fall, made to lose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hearing your gentle voice. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.