Two wounded souls,
seeking... longing...
an unexpected moment...
Loss... remembrance... tears...
friendship... respect... touch...
Two weathered hearts comforted by
the common depths of our lives.
Our voices in the night finding
solace in the arms of the other.
Will the riches found in this
moment deliver our future?
The sun rose this morning like
a rose-colored curtain...
I think maybe so.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem