Forgive me for I didn't wait for the breath in which I did take.
Like kissing the wind.
The sweetness spins.
With each petal that falls, there is an erie sorrow that I feel.
Writing from heart to heal.
Writing from the soul to steal.
A emotion devoured and the return is no less.
Like cleaning the white lacey dress.
So delicate, with soft hands one must touch.
As not to give it too much.
A leading to the dance floor.
Is it a push or a pull?
Before the steps that become golden.
A perfection that can never be repeated.
Thank you for the vision you instilled and seated.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks you Poet. What a beautiful inspiration. That dance never cease in my mind. Thanks so much you are very kind. I'll treasure your words.