Twenty second November
St Cecilia's day
Season sent showers
Electronic mail
From Moscow's magic
I met Nataly
An offer of friendship
Across two continents
She said
Your poetry lights a fire 🔥
Innocuously I pondered
Walk with me where
Stirrings rouse my pen
From waterfalls to peaks
Spirits make me speak
We roved in places
For weeks
I saw her heart 💓 in paintings
Dreams of caresses
That key to soul
She saw
Behind the iron curtain
Our rhythm and its throbbing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem