Think not
It's my haut monde
It's my own tear
Dropped in the dark of the night
In utter solitude.
Think not It's my haut monde It's my own tear Dropped in the dark of the night In utter solitude. - - - - - A lovely poetic expression of solitude.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem on solitude.Thanks.