I pushed the door
She had left it half open
I found her crying
What happened? I asked.
I am afraid, she said
I don't want to live alone!
I can't stand loneliness!
She got old by her ninteen
Teenage years are sometimes a difficult phase. I liked the presentation.
Growing up! ! Loneliness! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A puzzle. Leaves much for contemplation. Poems should be like this, conversational and a conversation piece. Thank you, Kostas for minimizing and allowing talk. :)
You are too kind Doris, giving me credits I don't deserve