How can I
go forward to Spring
when you left me
in Winter?
How can I drink
when you are
as dry as a stowed apple?
How can I eat
when you are as empty
as a cold bowl?
How can I sleep
when you will not wake?
Let me stop and reach for your hand
seeking your fingers.
How can I sleep when you will not wake? Let me stop and reach for your hand seeking your fingers. A touching write.
And in your simple shared write, the beauty that is honesty comes. Lovely....PEACE
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really like it! ! :)