she echoes
do you love me?
while tears
carry
the truth from
her face
his eyes follow
their
winding trail
awaiting
the final
sentence
it never
comes
beautifully said and so shortly! splendid write! every thing is conveyed discrete!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a complete story told in just a few words. you're very good.