when the wind blows gentle across the fields,
holding a stead breeze,
every strand of your hair dances.
remedies for my loneful heart,
exist only in you.
memories that i wish i could convey,
yierning for one more moment in time.
Lost in the void of thought,
only thinking never acting.
voiceing out my sorrows,
every single moronic self pity.
memories that are anythingthing but true,
every single thought,
every gasping breath,
ties me to you,
sadness doesn't over come me how ironic,
yet i know why,
out of the of my eye i think i see you,
until the day release my mind i will suffer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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