thinking of a poem to write, ,
reminded of somebody's might,
don't need even need a pencil to write, ,
don't even need someone to be in my sight, ,
thinking a wondering doesn't help, ,
the shadow itself is a gr8 help, , ,
gives a topic to think, ,
then forces not to think, ,
sometimes soft, , caring, , touchin, , , expecting, ,
but couldn't give just deceived it by ditching, , : (
all the years waited
but it seems to b all worth it, ,
its caring is endless and never stopping :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem