I don’t think that
If I write ten
Thousand or a hundred
Ten thousand of poems
Will I ever expunge
The weight of my
Broken heart and only
Upon my own death
Will I at last
Be free and finally
Find loves comfort modicum
I don’t think that
If I write ten
Thousand or a hundred
Ten thousand of poems
Will I ever expunge
The weight of my
Broken heart and only
Upon my own death
Will I at last
Be free and finally
Find loves comfort modicum