The Loneliness is unrelenting
Like the endless stretch of highway
Leading to the city
Where you reside.
I drive weary hour
After weary hour,
The road signs blur,
Lost in the rain showers
Of my unhappy eyes.
I don’t know when
I’ll hold your hand
In a flowery field.
Currently, I’m climbing
Mountains of despair;
But one day,
We’ll meet at dawn and kiss.
Ok...but only if you bring huge jugs of hot coffee with you! ! LOL...kidding of course...you write very well...but then...I'm guessing you've been told that before... Hugs, Dee
a walk to the end of the road where love and hope and she is Beautiful beautiful beautiful my friend.. Pia
TENDER & ELOQUENT, WHICH BASICALLY DESCRIBES YOUR STYLE, MY FRIEND....SOLID PENNING, AS PER USUAL... F. j. R..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful poem about being distanced from the one you love and desire. Beautiful.