At the precipice of adieu; How do you say it?
Is it pugnaciously?
Or on the bar, silent and yielding
Into him, his trifocals glazing the hem
It tears on the lips, chapped and sticky
He blows a single kiss good-bye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a lovely write, Aria....a highest 10++++