Listening to my radio so loud this silence;
I worked tonight and things I gains,
Been dropped by birds its wings sounds;
Its wave strength flood the dark grounds,
Side by side I looked no one is there;
My eyes opened but its nightmare.
I’d stopped my work this cold midnight;
Still the fire lights this face near tight,
I wipe with water and junk to grasses;
View on the next and it’s the same masses.
I threw a stone to my favorite lake;
Your voice this night I always wait,
My second monthsarry to my special someone;
Yah I’m not in there to hug and kiss,
but in my heart forever you’ll still miss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem