potapotapota...
the tap leaks.
so does my heart,
upon reading
your poem,
of a speck of memory
too insignificant to remember
yet too precious to forget.
a million what if's,
as i look
into the horizon,
an empty stare
sewing fluffy dreams
on a tapestry of pain.
potapotapota...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very strong, very nice...thank you