In the middle of this
vast plain
I find your lost
left contact lens.
In the middle of
a moonlight Common
I fidn your lost
late grandmother's ring.
Seem I can find anything
but the way
to your heart
and love lost
remains
love lost.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is just so lovely and fragile and yet says so much. For some reason made me cry...this poem just slipped behind my defences and...got me...gotta go now!