I am the
gentle breeze
soothing
your mind
like velvet,
covering with
my blanket
your grief
of yesterdays
thoughts...
I am the
wild ocean
breaking
its waves
on your shores
of my memories,
soaking with
salty waters
the current
to pause...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
breeze when smooching when flows grief seems to defuse by the peer warmth still comes by the memories blue when descends by the ocean when wild............... a marvel by the poetics when luscious with ingenuity, yet of unique genere