Come, come
sweet love, come
Without you
I feel lonely
When I see anything
I feel as if
there is something
missing
My mind wanders to
that dusky autumn night
by the beach in late evening
when you slipped your cold hand
in the pocket of my pants
to warm it a little and then
said suddenly - O ghosh, so hot here
my hand is burning...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely portrait of loneliness and lost love. Thanks for the sharing.