Could look for so many things
And yet I seek you...
Could hold so many things
And yet I dropp them....
Could dream so many dreams
And yet a cry in nightmare....
Could be so many things
And yet I let them pass by....
Could know so many things
And yet I choose to forget....
Why do I seek
What can do me no good
Why am I thinking
What cannot come to pass
Why are you looking
What can you see
Why do I seek you
Because you dont see the fool...
An intriguing piece Alison, well rendered. As a practicing fool, I feel some connection with this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stellar work, young lady...Pristine structure...flowing like a a stream of water past a riverbreak...Good Stuff, indeed! ~f.j.r. ~