The picture of you
Upon the wall is askew
And slanted
But I still love your face.
My life is fading dream
And dissipating fantasy,
But I still wonder
What it would be like
To kiss your lips.
I understand fragility:
I’m a glass of wine
Sitting precariously
At the edge of the table.
love it Uriah! Oh to taste the wine of love before it spills huh? Smiling at you, Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great write Uriah and the last line is so memorable. Thanks.