Silent my nights.
And,
Often...
Too remote.
And too often...
I'm reminded,
I chose.
Silent my nights.
And,
Often...
Too remote.
And too often...
I'm reminded,
I chose.
Sometimes I wonder why,
I chose...
To live a single life.
And be alone.
Sometimes I wonder why,
I chose...
A life of squeezing pillows,
With no one else to hold me...
Close.
Silent my nights.
And,
Often...
Too remote.
And too often...
I'm reminded,
I chose.
Sometimes I wonder why,
I chose...
A life of squeezing pillows,
With no one else to hold me...
Close.
Sometimes I wonder why,
I chose...
To live a single life.
And be alone.
Sometimes I wonder why,
I chose...
To live a single life.
Silent my nights.
And,
Often...
Too remote.
And too often...
I'm reminded,
I chose.
Sometimes I wonder why.
Sometimes I wonder why.
Sometimes I wonder why.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very well written....some why(whys) have no answer....