A flower lay on her chest underneath her cold and clammy hands her dress lay flat, limp and lifeless against her body still drenched from the heavy rains form the night before a tear rolled down my cheek for if only I could of been there if only it was me that tripped and fell into heavens light to wander the heavens alone if only I was there she would be spared and free to take on the joy of life and then maybe I would not be so alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
if only I was there she would be spared and fee to take on the joy of life and then maybe I would not be so alone. desperation...... if only i was here......... i feel with you my dear poet....... full of emotions you hve written. the reader feels it. that is the ability of a real poet. tony
Thank you Dr Tony
i do not understand your coment?