Thoughts come tip-toeing through this mind, whispering,
teasing and taunting intellect into thinking you're
here with me.
Life has expanded, you've fallen out of it, leaving a
gaping hole behind in my heart, nothing to fill it, no
purpose for living anymore.
Persuaded to walk the fine lines of this last horizon
one last time without you my dear, how will I ever be
able to it without you by my side?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem