It is the hollow
of your shoulder blade
where I rest my head
safe
against your soft skin
curved
along the strength
of your backbone
that
I
m i s s
when you are
g o n e
my place of safety
my harbour
against
the storm of
the world
but
you are
g o n e
and I must
wait
for your
safe return.
Full of feelings and pregnant with pain yet honorable in hope of the blessed dimension!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Full of feelings and pregnant with pain yet honorable in hope of the blessed dimension!