We met for the first time
on a rainy afternoon
We exchanged looks
but before I could say anything
She left, giving me, her red notebook of poems
I was upset
for not being able to spend much time with her
not being able to know her well
Suddenly I remembered that red notebook
I got a beautiful introduction of herself
through her exquisite poems.................
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem