i dreamt of snowfall,
silence wrapped around silence...
or maybe it was just what's left of you,
kissing what's left of me....
or maybe it's the only reply
that i have for God...
or maybe just my lifetime,
staring back at me...
or maybe it's the answer
to the question i cant speak....
or maybe it's just death,
coming around like an old friend!
Serene and mystical. Your work always has a storybook feel, with that touch of reality. Lovely.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this, the lines seven and eight are Pure class. Great write.