I was denied love
left in the forest
left to pluck daysies in a green meadow
anywhere i could not hear the bells
through a war, just to see you love
And other fountains of purity
A refined poetic imagination, Cristobal. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poem indeed. Short and to the point. Liked it.Thanks for sharing.