She held him close,
No words were spoken.
Such loss of hope
In a second to hold him.
Hellos are farewells
Once and over
Again, we are awoken
By the same place
Of slumber.
One day, longer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
loss of hope In a second to hold him. Hellos are farewells.tragic situations of life..... pain and sufferings. no one sees. work and work.. tony