I am honored to walk amidst the sapphire world
Sanguine linen of yellow meditation
The late night crushed spirit
Do you have any idea how I long for you?
You think you're so alone
You think you are the wine press of beauty
All these neglected lovers
Falling like a rock
Falling like a broken heart
Life Goes on
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When there are so much of work and charity can be done, why do people choose the glass to wake up for another glass.... Loneliness is too bad, but, if we give up our pride and mingle with others, our life may be happier. Nice poem on how lonely people feel, .Joseph Narusiewicz. Take care..