I WALK WHERE THE POEM ONCE WAS
I walk where the Poem once was,
The Trees are still green
The woman is dead,
The sky is cold.
I walk where many Poems
Have been written
After the rain
Her flowers still bloom.
The presence of the other person,
Is the Greatest Gift God gives us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nothing like that other person at times.