Dont leave
Im not ready
to watch you go
to that far off place
of hurricanes and gypsies
wont you miss me?
and my hands
framing your face
like a painting
beautiful and enigmatic
at the same time
stay and be mine
or the sea
of salty tears
that will cascade from
my scarred chin
may drown us all
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poem with breathtaking imagery which swept me away with the hurricanes and the sea of salty tears cascading. Simply beautiful.....love Karin