LONG and empty faces keep their
eyes on the television screen,
FIRE flies jockeying for
position, on a cold and quiet
dream,
A murmer of sounds coming from
your head, or is it the rain,
wind, or a song from, i loved
you once, but now i must pack
up and leave.
LONG and empty faces......
TRYING TO DIVIDE THE LINE FROM BETWEEN SEVERAL THEORYS...DREAM...EXPERIENCE...PERCEPTION, ALL OF WHICH ADDS UP TO A GOOD READER-TEASE & INTRIGUE...10! ''''''''''FRANK
TRYING TO DIVIDE THE LINE FROM BETWEEN SEVERAL THEORYS...DREAM...EXPERIENCE...PERCEPTION, ALL OF WHICH ADDS UP TO A GOOD READER-TEASE & INTRIGUE...10! ''''''''''FRANK
Something very sad in this, a separation of somekind maybe.Reminising on past events.Or present break up.Hope you are well.Love Duncan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Minimum words and maximum meaning.... I really like your style of writing Anjana