They met finally and she's a sportswoman it seems
And he asked; ' Are you an athlete? '
'Sorry Honey, I never ran even in a dream
And you must be a Tennis player.' She replied.
'You have mistaken dear and these Tennis shoes I borrowed from a friend of mine.' He explained.
'That's fine and let's start running and we must be punctual at the trail of mysterious destiny.' She murmured like a singsong.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mysterious to say the least.Very original thinking. Kind wishes, Sandra