(sweet idleness)
in the near zero visibility
of a winter gaining its momentum
i felt as if i was the only walker
on this winter road
through the thick fog
that insulated me from
the world known and unknown
your desire for me touched me
lifting the fog
layer by layer...
08nov2009
14.44hrs
Imagery to die for Indira and your poem comes to life right in front of my eyes. Can we have a sequel? 10 love Karin
love your attitude... In a dense fog during one of my morning walks, I felt exactly the same but my desire was to capture a picturesque hut in my camera!
A very nice expression full of feminine grace and trait.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow what a sweet poem shared...............wonderfully written piece....top marks