Now as the rain
approaches, a love
not of this ocean.
now the need is more.
more days turn to
a cold bitterness.
but it is her
choice boy.
And as we get up
daily we dust ourselves of.
Of on to another dream.
A game played with defenses.
Walls &fences.
The law of romances,
Dances by the Brow side
Is it a dream
should be but reality comes by to bite
your @&&.
Living it.
Giving it.
Alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem