IN drawing my face
you rely on the lines
given by my words
in poetic motion &
on the night when
you are alone you
recall a face of
someone you love
you utter my name
and then i hover
like a dream
what am i like?
am i just a kiss that
gives the drafts of
the light careless wind?
on such a dark night
like this when what
you see is nothing
but a thought of light
close your eyes and
open your heart
and let your hands
fall freely like the rain
i become real only
if you still remember
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem