From: C
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Sent: Thu 7/16/00 4: 10
To: o
The sun was warm
on my shoulders
I felt that warmth
before
a slight burn...but
not too hot
like when sunning
on a towel after
swimming
on a perfect summer
day.
Today I was
reminded of the
afternoon
we met in Delavan.
A simple thing like
sunshine on my
shoulders
and a slight breeze
can hold me
hostage.
Life around me
pauses while I try to
fully
taste the thought. I
am getting better at
its flavour.
It is bittersweet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely in its simplicity.....love the ending.