Two collaborating writers on a novel of love
one wrote from the heart
the other from the head
the character written with love came to life
while the other remained dead
just a made-up fictitious character
someone loved while the novel is read
but quickly forgotten
once the page is turned
and the novel read.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The message is loud and clear, dear Ma’am Luz...10++
Bernard, thank you very much for your constant support. Blessings!