Captured in a plasma screen Is where I saw her face
Stoic stance in flowing dress
yesteryears grace
I reached for a global link and searched for her name
From trembling lips to clinic text would it be the same
Her hands danced calming gesture as she parted with the truth
Could she be the my missing link
this mystery called Ruth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem