when you are gone
i must find a way to find myself
another way
another way of looking at
an old house
another style of opening
the same door
shaping my lips to utter
the same word
in a manner
that despite the pain
another lovely poem
must be written
i shall wake at a different
time and open the window
that you used to open for me
i will look for the stars again
on a brighter flicker
on a sweeter twinkle
i must survive
i am still alive
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem