Just a woman in the mist,
Secretly meeting, with a twist...
She is only sun in the morning dew,
But if I could only see her all day through...
Why is she so hard to see? ,
Yet I want to walk with her constantly...
Oh mist, come to life and be with me...
R. Gormley
(circa 2010)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem