Beyond the steady ache
behind my tired eyes
i hear cymbals crashing
or maybe it was a truck reversing unto a deserted road
or dogs baying at a lonley moon
or birds singing to the sorrowful sunrise
Maybe....
anything to drown out the sound of a door closing
softly,
after you left this morning
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lot's of passion behind the words.