The wind brought you to me that day.
I recognized the pale face
of an honorable man.
All signs were there to prove,
that you were true, so true.
I bowed to take you -
lost banknote, laying at my feet
on the crowded street.
Oh, happy day! In the website I found news by Onelia in real time. I'm proud to comment it as first. What about that lost banknote laid in the feet? Good poem as usual, better than those ones by Eugenio Montale.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a wonderful piece and i missed it before! Very witty. Please keep on writing.