You had tightened
the grip. I hit a rough patch.
All night you remained in my thoughts.
I will not bid you
good night, because you will
not leave me.
I refuse to go, you
refuse to come. When will we
meet to undo the sins?
An introspective musings and stroll down the memory lane. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An inspiring poem in spiritual theme.....10+++