she was wearing a white jacket,
as immaculate as she always is.
his eyes sought hers,
she smiled,
he saw a little sun shining so brightly,
and he knows very well,
he will never find a smile like this on anyone else,
she owned this very smile called beautiful,
that God has gifted her,
only privileged to this lovely child.
today she's in white too,
but their smiles never seemed to meet again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
such a fleeting moment that has gone...beautifully written, yet kind of sad.