When you are not there
The dream becomes a nightmare
Seconds crawl slow as death
There is always shortness of breath
When you are not there
Flowers refuse to dance in flair
Buds hang loose and refuse to bloom
There is a feel of emptyness and doom
When you are not there
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How the heart can be like a cloudy day, when the sunshine of your life is absent. Sweet write!
Yeah. That is right. My humble thanks.