This might seem strange
As so little time has passed
That I wonder where you are
And where you’ve been
Whether you’re cold
Or lost in thought
And of what…
Am I naïve enough to think
That I’ve captured more than a fleeting glance
From a (woman) no less divine
Than what angels were surely meant to be?
As the seconds pass
And minutes turn to hours
I look into my own eyes
And ask
“Of what have I convinced myself? ”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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