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For Craig

I would like to translate my solitude
for you. autumn days when hope
is slowly falling down
leaving me defenseless under cold
glances of nameless and faceless people
I try to explain mourning to you
when the dark evenings enter
my soul and push themselves under my eyelids
I want to reveal to you the sad monologues
with an empty chair
when the shadow of happy days still lingers
on the clammy walls
I would like to translate for you
The simple joy of an ordinary day
when you enter my life.

by Ivona Sophia

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Comments (1)

a really good poem, dig the image of the empty chair.