I become listless
When you are not there with me
The spark of my life
Vacuum around
Strange meaninglessness astounds
I lose my being
I become alone
Power of my pen is gone
You amuse my Muse
stand by for more she loves you for sure lovely kid is it yours
I STILL SEE the sparkle in ur eye she is lovely and at 75 one can't expect to stand all day long U do a great service to all humanity by showing pictures so lovely Do vigil keep hungry eyes do peep
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I would like to translate this poem
I become listless Vacuum around I become alone...... / One can imagine a life without the muse that amused the poet as a unified soul till she flew to her heavenly abode. Thanks for sharing this wonderful poem.