I feel like talking to an empty box that won't answer
an empty box that will only let me hear...
myself
my thoughts
my empty words...
I feel like talking to an empty box I know won't listen
to part with no good byes
as usual...
I feel like crying in your shoulder
to hold you tight and don't let go...
as it seems to be
in my dreams
with no pain
nor with screams
nothing that seems to be
out of life,
filled with pride
only thee...
where the box... is no more
but I hear, your sweet voice
just like music in my ear
in my thoughts
in my heart
and we'll flee...you and me
to a place...
in my dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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