On the beach the sun tickled my arched lips;
Its brightness thawed the ice - cold heart inside.
I felt feather light drifting on the steeps
Though my feet weighed like in a tomb were tied.
I stood still barefoot on the tiny sand.
I wished to hear the music from your tongue
But the winds blew the lyrics on my hand.
It was a song no one has ever sung.
I made a few steps along the shoreline
Dropping my tears in the loud crashing waves.
And all those tears wrote a beautiful line,
A good message of love waves and heart graves.
Love is a music when perfect souls meet.
Love is a music when one gets cold feet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem