Feelings and faces
Once attached
Gradually unlatch,
Time trundles onward.
Emotions - so close they breathed as one
Gradually find their individual rhythm.
Invisible ties that once connected them, unravel.
Thin golden thread frayed incomprehensibly
No-one thought to make Love a map
And he strayed to far...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem