NEW MAN
Her... touch...the atoms
comprising him...shifted and
re-aligned themselves
so that he became a him
created by her...touch...love.
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OLD MAN
Heart all out of dreams
moon's ghost frightening the shadows
a world made of rain
tells of your absence over
& over again...empty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this.... The latter poem is tinged with sadness. Your poetry always touches the heart. HG: -) xx