talking, or not talking,
walking, side by side,
hand in hand...
small kind gestures,
a knowing wink,
thoughts shared,
quiet laughter...
dreams that fall like stars
through felt-like layers
of darkness...
dont have to be nobody else,
no need to impress, or flaunt....
a glass of wine,
a fresh cup of coffee...
moment by moment,
alive and aware...
friends make the best lovers!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is the third i read of yours. one of us (or both of us) struck out.