you are dawn's scented drip
on my dusty window broken
by years of painful solitude
faintly i hear your song
or is this another imagining
born out of my own madness
it has been always like this
since a stranger walked into
my door, only to suddenly vanish
without a trace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
maybe a ghost? ...nice illusionary write..great...10***