A hope to you,
a wish to touch,
a kiss on forehead,
is all I need.
The wait is long,
but the meet is short.
Dreams are many,
but the time is less.
The love is full
but the meeting is empty.
This is long distance dear
ditance is our destiny.
Wonderful poem recalling with sadness a forced separation and eagerness to meet the loved ones while flying homeward. Thanks. I loved it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Close to heart ❤❤