I see you, as I knew you
Standing there with a different story
No more tears, no more blue
Smiling lovely with a strange fairy
Look at me, I'm a mess
The more I run the more I'm stuck
Poor me, and my white dress
Don't look at me I'm a moonstruck
The more I run the more I'm stuck very nice poem....... thank you dear poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nicely written, Dinda