you appear there
in front of me
very nearly transparent
your presence looking like a reflection
in a mist shrouded mirror
so hazy a strong puff
might blow you away like fog
yet this Love is not the memory
of a beautiful dream...
when I reach out
you are there
Liked this verse.........If u can do read my poems and comment them.Thank you
I love this write Eila Very similiar in idealogy to one of mine I think you will like 'The ones that got away the one that stayed' Check it out Peter
This is a moving poem Eila, and speaks volumes in such a short write. A nice story and well put together. Thank you for postingit. Love Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful dreams are the reflections of positive minds