She fell softly
like an autumn leaf
into my existence,
I was blowing in the breeze
Trying to escape onto
sun and flower infused summer streets.
In a brief dream,
I kissed her eyes
on the broken concrete
beside the abandoned wedding boutique.
Love is stranded in the past
and so am I.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I stumbled across your poetry, as I am very new to this forum, and found I felt at home....your style reminds me much of a favorite poet of mine, Rod Mc Kuen. I will continue to explore your many writings and invite to view my work, as well. Very enjoyable...I welcome your comments and critiques. PEACE