“I don’t pretend to dance in the rain
For in my heart water flows
I am and forever more
A broken glass
A fragile wisp of once was
I can’t remember a time
When the scent of you
Wasn’t in the very air
That I breathe”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Poignant and pretty as a flower petal in the morning dew....PEACE