Re: Why Just a suggestion . . . She Still Cries
Young woman cries at the bus stop
About love?
Illness?
A lost mobile phone?
In another country
I would wipe her tears with my parched lips.
Here, I do not dare.
My hair is dark
Hers strawberry blonde.
My eyes the ploughed earth
Hers the blue sky.
She still cries
And I dare not kiss her cheek. |