Once upon a time, and not very long ago, I searched for a
wide river's road around the bend, only to run into a
dead end. Oh, but I can remember when you used to call me your very best friend. Our worlds were as
different as could be. The only real tie between us was our
love of poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love of poetry only tie. good write. I invite you to read my poems and comment.