On marbled lids we
stretch our arms to collect
the frozen tears.
Will you stand up
for a final good bye
kissing the eyes?
A dewdropp was -
the strength of silver, drinking
the fluorescent sky.
nice expressions, Vermaji. I solicit your comments on my poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
every excellent poem..i love it