In this February cold
where I stand in the light of the moon
my breathe is dancing on the wind
I can still feel your presence lingering here
dangling in front of me
in the dead of the night
I stand, two feet on the ground
waiting anxiously
left with flooding memories of you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fascinating poem about missing someone who is gone. I especially liked these lines: my breath is dancing on the wind I can still feel your presence lingering here dangling in front of me in the dead of the night