february will come and i am alone
loneliness stings me up to my bone
chill wind kills me it brings me down
as the memories of a broken love which still hounds
past is past as they all say
but what if past clings and wish to stay
can loneliness protect you in all these day?
or let the warmth of another love come into your way?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem