Your love for me is now dry
In your heart, the crisp skin
Flakes fall from your mouth
And bury me
Like Autumn
Good start, Angharad, but I feel you could say a lot more here. Best, Gina.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very original thinking, Angharad. Keep up the good work. Warmest regards, Sandra