She became a vestige
that rebuffed betrayal
of oft pushed clouds
behind painted steel
understanding my sine
was for her
...not a problem
I was glad.
no one else saw it,
while those who might
gain glimpses through the
thick brown brush
only stared
I
have been watching a frozen rose.
its on the way
to the store.
Its might to be...
gave cause to revision
because
beauty does not
diminish,
not if its true
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem