Another day gone by,
Mirrors fog
So does the sky,
Where love once floated
Debonair,
And life was quite
A thing to share.
Now,
Into the multitude
Of voices
Do I blindly stare,
Knowing that for me,
No one is there.
That is the best use if the word Debonair that I have ever ever seen- -a perfect choice for this perfect gem of a poem- -this is one of your very best writings. 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ And a perfect title as well! ! ! ====
Solitude is a unique strength of a poetess where nobody is around only ink is her friend!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Many effective images created in just a few words, and the feeling comes across very strongly. Hike I identify with the loss you express, I