There were cold needles in my head
Silently wringing down my neck
Then there was a sudden shift
of rain to a sunny day
of shame to love
I was running in a meadow
You're meeting me there
I fall into your arms
Saw a mango tree
Your name I carved
Then bang my head
I gotta wake up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderfully crafted, dear ate Joan........10++++++++++
Thank you Sir!
thank you po!