What joy I see in faces,
but it’s not in my heart
and I have not a part
of the December summer fun.
The beach is packed
with holiday makers,
but sadly the sea
goes to and fro.
There’s pain
where your heart was
and a lonely gull
surfs the summer breeze.
In the silent places of my soul
there’s an icy chill,
while the African sun
bakes my body.
Somewhere there’s laughter
and a lovely girl smiles at me,
but there’s only silence
brought by destiny.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem