In the reflection of every window
it's your phantom that I continually find,
as if in all other women blinded,
I do not get you out of my thoughts.
with children that hop and jump over lines of chalk,
I see a kite sweep up high in the wind,
you smiling next to a child
and eagerly I do want to join you.
In thoughts you sweep me years back
but in the here and now I am remembering
and it's always lovely images that I get of you
where a virus is keeping us apart and you do bridge over this,
where there are so many things that are a part of you
but in a way you always remain in my heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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