And thus I don’t know
if I should write to you or cry.
Cause when my sorrow drains,
my final tear is shed,
my happiness adjoins the darkness,
I will tender the colours of my heart,
adornments to your smile that is so pure.
I feel this way a lot lately amigo della fuerto anemio. Take care Roger
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
That was beautiful. I've felt similar... but right now I'm kinda stuck at stage 1. lol ~Lee