'Again the light fair and brisk was the air
Slowing turning around to see you walking
a stair up and like a mist you were there.
Missing you as I did and it seemed like forever
in this shadow of a cloudy minute, we then talking
on a day, as clear as that night, so near.
Knowing you will leave and then be somewhere
Longing is such a timeless passion when savoring
a hello more than a goodbye dear.'
(4/Nov/2012)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem