a glimpse of bliss
a simple kiss
a gentle touch
and it won't hurt much
a spare lonely time
and what yours will be mine
a pace of note
in the indecision i wrote
a black and blue and grey
a flock of indigenous prey
a swift quicken whisper
a silhouette of you in silver
a piece and a bit of mist
a turn in fate and an endless twist
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem