And them was
Never more...
Never more....
And them she came
everything was green,
the wind was sweet,
and her smile a promise...
And the only believer was me,
she didn't know herself,
She can't see what I see
And the only believer was me,
Nothing left to give..
And the wall was so high.. the unbeliever, prisioner of himself,
left me outside.
And the green, the smile and the wind...
Never more... Never more...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice to find your poetry Carlos. Lovely poem, describing the feeling of missing magic moment/feelings never to return as the same. Greetings from Brazil: _)