I throw a scrap of paper in the fresh air.
Yet the hope of meeting may be unfair.
As to whether she feels what.
I am feeling or barely not.
Perhaps, someone will read me inside.
will share my pain with a pain in mind.
Where there is life, there is hope.
Of meeting what we already sow.
Had not you become my love in this phase.
I would have met you; getting over the haze.
naturaly beautiful fountain of touchy words. lines full of hope and sadness if the hope will melt away... gorgeous piece
Extraordinary Flow Of Words. Very deep, sensitive and interesting to read. I loved it in every way, especially the flow of diction and words. Especially That you are a very talented poet, I enjoy all your poems... keep up.10+++ (cuz u deserve it)
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I would like to translate this poem
this is a lovely poem. I could feel the emotions in your words. nice poem