Portugal makes me at this early moment
Think of home and subsequently
My lost manners
Inappropriate time dimensions
Too much opportunity
Beauty not captured
Both good and bad
Loneliness
Be it by solitude
Or self induced
By crowds of no one
That collectively
Taunt and tease me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow, that sure said the travel experience. Written so well, we can feel the displacement. Read mine - Who Am I - Adeline