You speak my mind
I yearn for a kiss
will it come
like snowfall
does in autumn
The very idea
it may not fall
no one loves
a toothless guy
now after all
except my dog
he wags his tail
asks me
can he kiss
Iplace my cheeks
in front ofhis tongue
and
he licks
I remember when I was young
this dog
must have been
like me once
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Maybe we all in a way ask for and want acceptance. A 10.