Dressed in red, the SOS of heartache, throbbing within my being.
Red, a reminder, passion's fire is now removed from my eyes.
Loneliness, I have no place to hide from its intrusion in my life,
It invades all the empty spaces.
Death's goodbye still echoes, loud!
Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem