In the latest twentieth
I wish i were far from the others
I wish i had a tent and a dog
And be far from the people who are smug
I wish i leaved in a tribe
Between the nice guys who have vibe
In the latest twentieth
I am waiting for the true love
So when i can't reach it i have to shove
In the latest twentieth
I am not alive
And waiting for the God to revive
Me
Waiting for the time when thre3e of us will be alone
God, me, and my soul
I wish if life would as beautiful be as goes your poem in the latest twentieth.This kinda poem are worth requesting pleasure and really hallmarks of anthology when pruned into notes of blissful love and happiness and tenderness.We all long to live in moments as memoirs within this poetic wish which defines your poetry here.Only we become poet and pick words as rags to walk the long path of life because all wishes are so transitory as it appears.But after going through this i felt if i could elongate it this way and only if it works the way i want..Once again -10+++refined poetry
It's perfect dear. How can you claim that you ain't a bard? Well, I love this work. I have the same feelings in my Early Tweentieth! By the way, what musical instrument do you play? I adore the Harp and love piano and guitar. But I have none and I don't know how to play them unfortunately.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Waiting for true love! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.