Crossing the border
of your death
I return
with the memory
of the memory
of the touch of your hand
hidden
inside my mind.
The memory of the memory of the touch of your hand....this is what love does for us...the memories that never leave us...ever! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
mystical and absorbing. perfect title - nothing is missing here. Even i feel superfluous now commenting