It’s half-moon and
The cup lies empty on the table.
I miss you when I’m lonely.
An arid rose lies on the floor
And the vase is broken.
I miss you when I’m lonely.
The lamp went dark and
The candle snuffed out.
I miss you when I’m lonely.
Shades of night are falling
And the stars fade away.
I miss you when I’m lonely.
Tomorrow …
I’ll send you a silent letter.
I miss you all the time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
missing is pleasure....the more u missed.......the more u wanting for more.and thats pleasure