time can not fade
the glow that flows
like a kiss;
I will miss your
kinectic vernacular
awakening me fresh
with emotional colour
lover.....
a hundred years from now
what will it matter
that you
are still buring
inside my brain.
Copyright ©2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I gues not: -) Nice flow.