A cold shiver runs down my spine
Even though today is fine
No wind is blowing
Yet my hair is flowing
What is this feeling?
Is it my life their stealing?
A look around and at the ceiling
Nothing there just this feeling
Curiosity seeps back in
My mind wondering if it is a sin
To think that they care
That they send their love in the air
But no, not today
They are all gone and away
I wonder if it is life i taint
In this room of peeling paint
Is natural to over think things
Is it just as natural as that bird that sings
Hard it is, to stay on track
The need for their love, it burns
But they will never come back,
Perhaps eventually they will in turns.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Elspeth - I like this oe, telling a story with some good points tomake. Well done, Steve