First thought of you in the morning used to send me a jolt that makes
both side of my lips stretch up. And now,
first thought of you sends a quiver to my limestone-brittle heart
that partly crumbles from the flashback of your smiles;
that partly cries; that slowly dies...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Superb piece of poetry.
nice of you to say johnny! thanks!