Where Julia is, I do not know
Perhaps in the Catskill woods
Sitting in a wooden house
Staring at the snow
Darkness in her anxious mind
Darkness in the woods
Oh she would leave her past behind
And leaves me standing where I stood
I move no fiber in her heart
I am no vision that she might see
I stand unknown, outside, apart
As she stares absorbed in misery
Oh it's plain she runs not from me
She runs away to be apart
Apart from what I cannot tell
For she won't tell me her heart
Poignancy is the mark of this poem, powerful. Congratulations on pod
a haunting sadness permeates the poem. great work, David.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well done on POD. Well deserved x