Winter is coming soon
It's cold; but no snow
Thinking of you in a laundromat
In NYC
Thinking of you--Why?
Because I love you
And it's winter when you
Go away
Until spring
And I am too poor to afford
The trip
And must go to work
I have the pleasure to revisit this sweet poem...nicely penned! I am not in a mood to put comments at present. I will surely reciprocate and pay back what you have given to me. Stay blessed!
"It is winter when you go away"… true.. the pangs of separation skilfully expressed. Top score, LeeAnn, without doubt.
Rod McKuen and Bukowski come to mind in the reading of this Big Apple poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Because I love you....... significant.....