that comfort
that she found in your strangeness
you sing it again
and my heart bleeds but
sing it again and again
for in truth i have long wished to die
for without you
i was lost and my life drifted like a
leaf tossed by a stormy night
carried away by the river and the mud
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This reminded me of Neruda poetry... I am amazed with the style that you have. One of my favorites here so far... very well written! Eric