clouds hanging, frozen still,
banging the tool shed door.
sunlight colors the morning
with a hundred things to do.
cars speed by going nowhere,
the railroad tracks are empty.
the old store building creaks,
the windows boarded over.
the ghosts of small town heroes
going to and fro unseen.
a different world, a different me,
and then there was you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow, 'and then there was you! ' world changed when see you, the feeling is so clearly expressed, nice. keep writing