Friends with are affection
Revolve around each other,
Made by soul's connection.
On gravity we hover.
In-fixed in conversation
We talk philosophically
Words pick up creation
And send them into poetry.
Fading notions trail.
Hours creep by unseen.
The words began to pale.
Tomorrow's another dream,
With hellos, and goodbyes,
Plans, and occasional surprise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem