I traced her steps
to a pulsing tide
where she had
dared the deepest sea
to stretch, and hemispheres
divide our love
Upon the cooling sands.
She had tossed her hair
to the wind and
offered the chill
Her slender hand;
in her footprints traced
the last note she penned.
A white cap rose
and sank in haste
sending a salt-scented
Bliss,
to tell me the answer
to my last unfaithful kiss.
Upon the cooling sands! ! ! ! Tracing her steps! Love and art. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A well authored poetic expression. Truly marvelous....10+++++++