I remember a marble mausoleum
once grand
humbled
as you stood before its might
beautifully human
I remember a cold city
cinnamon scented
and coffee colored
hazy with mist
and magic
I remember a warm room
with words etched on its walls
(a door that spoke)
and a sweet moment
our minds painted
as the world slept
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
warm moments are beautifully etched in the poem..