Waiting, hoping to see a friend or two enter my room, giving me a breath of fresh air as they visit and talk with me for a while.
Missing the articulate conversation that's always between and among us when we're together.
Solidifying our friendship with each moment, life continues to soar above earthly shores.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Roseann This is a good piece of poetry