It knifes me
that you are hurting
because our blend
was blurred
in the night flying.
Take my sorry
and read my throbbing heart again
in the bright of day
and let the kind sun
warm-whisper to you
what you mean to me
and whom I know
you to be.
(20 May 2011)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem