The warmth from her eyes call..like that
of the crackling fire place..beckoning...
I'll huddle close to hear the story
of the the woman in the picture
Quietly pixels whisper secrets from the heat..
dressed with amber flames beneath a midnight sheet
and shining like the stars in all their brightness
I think..I see an image of her kindness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem