Strange how my sadness
is soft-tinged with a rosed rim
of the smiles our story tells,
isn’t it?
As a leaf flutters at ease,
at the wind’s whisper,
so do I wander the stretches of the beach
recalling how we wrote each other’s names
in the sand and how we laughed
as the wavelets caressed them gone
knowing
that they could never erase
the smiles our story tells.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem