miss you
strands of remembrance
feint scent
on the breeze
stroking my cheek
tenderly
days pass
like sentinels
mocking in their austerity
as I wait
and long for your touch
sadly
for connections were torn
swept away
in moments of haste
to be regretted
as heart weeps
silently
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
an excellent read. i can relate to this.