The wind moans
Through the trees
I moan
On the outside chance I seize
Wherever I go
There is nothing
Except woe
Oh
My lord
Where is the home
Of the lover
Whose home
Is your homelessness
Hover
(2008/8/1)
great thinking spread thru this fine piece..........keep the good work my brother.
inspiration from above? god forbid! you can only go right or left... i say go left..
They say home is where the heart is Nightingale, a very reflective write from you, Well penned as always, 10 Lynda xx
A touching write, the Nightingale sings a sad song this night! *10* Best wishes Shiraz! Friend Thad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Fine poem....a 10 to nightingle of shiraz with joy!