You have broken down my walls as if they were made of soft sand
Soft sand that gently goes back to the sea and is washed away like a memory I try to grasp onto, yet it slips thru my fingers
Glimpses of you and your words wash away with the motion of soft waves crashing onto the shore
I sit with my toes in the cool water, time passing me, yet I am unable to move grasping the sand between my fingers, holding onto it as if holding onto you
I am powerless to move, so I sit, with the sun setting, watching you wash away
Eternally hopeful that the sunrise will bring you back to me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful love poem, well conceived and elegantly brought forth from the heart. Lovely and very passionate. Thanks for sharing Kimmy.