You will always be walking
Toward me under the full sun
Slightly smiling
Like an angel
Conjured by a prayer.
Clear as a church window
I become still to pray in your presence
My hands fold to clasp you
As if I hold a star...
Even as I understand
You may never kiss me again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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