I walk into a smoke-filled room with not very many empty places.
My heart begins to race.
I look for you, but no traces.
I think of all our hidden places and romances.
Second chances,
There are so many looking at the lonely faces.
There's only one face that I know, and darling that face belongs to you.
I walk out of a smoke-filled room and look in all our places.
But, darling, there is no trace of you.
I call out to you.
I keep thinking one day; my voice will reach you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well scribed composition. Truly touching and lovely....5 stars*****