Blank
this life
yearns; to
meet a woman
staying in that house
standing, at the opened
French Doors, visible from
the landscaped walk beneath.
Always the ‘fresh flower, ' she is
stunningly lovely; elegant and savory
"every young man's dream." Yet in an
everyday sense … so very lonely …
If I, could just … hold her once …
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes this life seems to blank. But life is dull of hope and glitter of joy. Every young man has dreams. Every person wants to materialize life in comfortable world. This poem is very amazing.
To blank u joking!