emotions took over
in the sway of her yellow dress
impressive as the autumn moon
dangling over a drunken hill;
the memory camera of my eyes
recorded eternally her fragile face
whispering in the midnight breeze;
she noticed my reaction
blushing like an apple in the sun,
I grew up downhearted until I saw her smile;
will history repeat if we ever meet again
at the college bar or beside the graffiti bridge?
I want to arise and paint her name
on a sleepy and slow moving train;
life is unrelated events
seeking a simple message like love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem, like it.