A long time ago I
really thought of
you and of
children.
I walked
on the edge of your lips
and waved white
handkerchiefs
at my friends while
you pointed all your fingers
at my flaws.
Somehow you made me
leave that city and you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice piece of work. Thaks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.