With what words does a man say goodnight........to a love he never had.......With what dreams does he compare, to a moment this sad.....he fishes in his endless torment for the perfect phrase to oust his hearty sorrows..Alas! ...goodnight and, good day is all he may borrow.....an emotions silhouette is all he could grasp...holding on...till they made his first touch...his last
Hi P. A.! Nice write! Short but sweet, pleasure to read! ! *10*! ! ! Thad
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written and obviouse pain. Thanks