Much more than
something else that
was not there when
it began to end;
The feeling of my
simple heart-the Love
I wish to send-that
flies aloof and
Never stops to make a Friend.
R. Ruiz (copyright 1968)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the way you use sound in this simple or not-so-simple poem.