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.