They walk as in a summer's breeze,
now linked by their shared futures,
feigning joy in path-side blooms,
who's perfume guides their way.
They wave, and join me where I sit,
at an empty picnic table,
and give a symbiotic blush,
then chat with me awhile.
Cashmere sweater's pastel shades,
tied lightly, o'er their shoulders.
Her finger tagged with diamond ring.
His easy laughter hollow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem