to you
that touch was like
anything else
to me when
it landed on my hand
it was
a burst of all my
emotions
i am weak and
lost
and the rest of
the people there
are
saying, ' what a
waste'
you cannot dictate
feelings
they are there and
are waking...
and you are the
child again
curious as to what
is happening
happy without any
explanation at
all....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem