this poem was written by a friend of mine: Grace
she watches my every move.
her dark hair and warm smile
seem so familiar, yet it looks so
alien to me. i touch the cold
glass that divides us. i know
what we are! we are the mirrors
of the past and future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well done. By Grace or for Grace? REad mine - O Night - Adeline