I thought I said
it all; very clear
making you expecting
more things to come
while sun pale to grey
stroking earth's skin
her daughters seek
warmness of shelter
I listen when you're
done with your talking
I am hearing your heart
beats to my gentle touch
your breathing deeper
as if begging for air
here's my lips; breath
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a lovely poem, you have painted your passions very well in the poem, you are a great poet, you write very well, thankss