This is not a Witch hunt
and You are not on trial
but for sure I am bewitched
when you make me smile.
.
From deep space to this place
words touch fragile lives:
When all else fails
and nothing remains
except the memories
For that I am eternally happy.
© Calac
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I've painted a picture of of this poem and your memories may look like this... A flask containing wonderful Quintessence pure and crystalline where little waveletts dance and shine. Kind regards Aine