imagery of a lone voice
in the jarring symphony
of loneliness in the wilderness
of whirling winds of indifference
i am the voice
languid and frigid
lonely and oddly
till i find you
no one but you
walk with me hand-in-hand
impressing on the sands
of time the togetherness
of our footprints...
walking with you
the vision is getting clearer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem