Her hair
She twilrled it around her fingers
Her hands
So tiny, so small, engulfed in his
Her eyes
They were clear windows to her broken past
Her lips
Softly they once kissed his own
Her love
So long he yearned and ached for it...
...But never again did she open her heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
exactly true picture -deep and touching! read over and over again.brilliant.