It has been an aeon since we last touched.
I come on a wave
Lap I at your feet
Oh! Joyous moments!
You fall as a tear.
Unable to restrain my emotion
Summoned I the wind
One last touch
Rolling over you
I fall; don’t crash.
Loneliness’ refreshed by an
Angel of the Cenozoic era.
© Calac.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
One can almost invision these words happening... well done!