THIS gloomy room I dwell
As I sit here I feel something in the air
Ignore I do but it over powers me I know
A cold feeling, the smell of flowers
I feel your there
I turn to look and there's nothing behind me
But I know somehow this can't be true
Your shadow passes fast and cleverly
Your presence
A beautiful poem, written in classical poetry, The lingering presence of someone.
Lovely poem, written in a classical poetry, a beautiful write.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmmmm, sweet and good choice of words in this poem. Keep it up Sue.