She was a shooting star
One that I stopped without hesitation.
She kissed me on the forehead
& told me that she was late,
I would have grabbed & held on if she wasn't so fast;
In the blink of an eye she was gone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
She came She hugged She kissed All through she loved And she was gone staining the breast of moonlight