just tell me my dear
if i wasted the whole morning
trying to figure out
how i want to live the rest of my
life
with you and this
little poetry
sun rising above the hills
birds flying toward the sea
winds caressing the curtains
of this house
and you beside me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ric, I rather like this, that nice off-hand first stanza dealing with such a serious subject! Your line break leaving life as a line by itself bothers me. Maybe break after rest? If you have time, check out my new website: jeffersoncarterverse.com Let me know how you like it. Thanks! Yrs, JC