First love begun...
Illuminating,
Waiting,
Like its always been there.
First love ended...
Illusive,
Evasive,
Like its never been here.
Tremendous feeling in this poem Pene. It's effectiveness is in its brevity. The first stanza...happiness, the second...a sense of loss. Nice work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pene, like the seasons it will return...