perhaps you then are my heart,
do you have a name?
in the outlines of your face,
do i sense destiny?
are your eyes the last chapter?
are your feet the lamp?
am i just an old fool,
waiting on the grave?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We are all fools waiting on the grave, but better on in than in it. Nameless heart and stranger soul. Interesting thoughtful write.