Her silence fills the room before she does.
Stunning.
Her words, engineered.
Sharp.
Her acts, a cushion.
Gracious.
I am falling...
Contact.
My eyes track her,
my mind, stilled.
One look at me,
and I'll never return.
Ah... How far I have fallen...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem