He met her
where he wasn't
supposed to;
she met him
somewhere out there
on the rim,
on the outskirts
of her life
it would seem;
they met at
the wrong time,
the wrong place,
in the wrong way;
but they thought
they were right,
and they were
willing to fight
for their dream
concealed in
the mist, in the midst
of a winter night
in which the only
conceivable light
was the one of hope;
and that tiny gleam
survived many storms,
continued to glow
as if to show
the way ahead
and their footsteps
in the snow.
may I say WoW? ? ! ! ! More poetry, please... if they are the caliber of this one I am going to make a beeline to read your poetry! Exceptional piece of writing, Zoran. 10++++
Thanks Susan for your encouraging words. I am still familiarizing myself with the site. I will visit the section with your poems and let you know. Best regards
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
as if to show the way ahead and their footsteps in the snow. A lovely poem.