For days on end I wondered,
about the way the world decides
who of the chosen few will be
the one to hold her little hands,
and squeeze the rosy flesh
just for the pleasure of
her superfragilistic company.
Another morale-booster for our Tara? Even if it isn't, I find it sweet, tender, and touching.
One of the mysteries of the world, Herbert, presented in such a sweet way. Raynette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
H, to be thought of by you is everything. This piece is indeed so tender and compassionate, like its author. t xxxxxxx