In the crisp cool air of autumn approaching
I sat with my face upturned to the sky
Soaking in the serenity of my surroundings
I can still hear the echo of your voice in my ear
The skies have become ever so blue
Soft clouds perched intermittently
The sun warming my skin
I recall your gentle touch
In a picture perfect world
It would always look like this
You'd always be there
I'd forever feel you near
Then I come to this revelation
As in all the people in this world
We have found each other
And that to me is picture perfect
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lillian Another fine piece of work I to have often wondered, How to people in the millions of people in this whole world manage to find each other Amazing! 'Keep on inking the Pages' Poison