Loving you, is as unreachable, as traveling,
Back to the past one hundred years,
Standing here alone,
I see a painting of a glamorous,
Woman, in a white dress,
Singing on a brightly lit stage, under a,
Rainstorm of white and red,
Roses,
I am wondering what you were thinking,
That day?
That day, one hundred years in the past,
The world fell in love with a beautiful Angel
And her voice?
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I would like to translate this poem
Wow this is sensational, a delight to read, unique snf artsy! Pls do review my latest poem too called mother natures. ........