To repose,
In a bed;
Without her,
(Beside me.)
A terrible thing,
Is loathing while lying.
Be quiet
And still,
I hear the steps creak,
A footfall, a breath,
My heart skips a beat.
A vapor;
A phantom;
Tempestuous odor.
Her hair wafts-
Through the air,
An imagined aroma
And I am alone.
Through the air this wonderful drafting conveys about shared thought. Amazing...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lingering smell triggers emotion. Thanks, TravisLee