She curls on the couch
Tears stain the cushion
streak down her cheeks
Wide open window
Frigid South wind
Bruises her loss
As life flows
To the pillow
First love
First pain.
Such a short poem but full of meaning.. I really admire that from someone... being able to create emotion and images to the reader by short words.. lovely written... best wiches, ana
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
succinct yet compendious.. very nice indeed