My first love
Nothing, but a first aid,
A warm relief
To an injury, a shock
To me
Called Adolesence.
Lucky you had the flesh and blood to feel it. Warmth builds on warmth all through life.
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I would like to translate this poem
A warm relief To an injury, a shock To me Called Adolesence. Experience of the first love you have presented again with creative tone. thank you dear poetess. tony