I don't know
What it is I feel
This closeness,
This rapport
Hardly ever felt
Before
This waiting for,
The perfumed breeze
That has,
Your so different
Appeal,
That when not there
I can hardly, breath
Something, never felt
Before!
What can I call it,
Except,
Blessed breeze.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a pleasant positive poem, Sandra. Many thanks for your comments.