Lips sear the ski.
Hands slid leavig heated trails.
Whispers of nothing echo in the air.
Clasped hands.
Silk bushing against silk.
A mocking laughter.
Dried tear stains.
Painful heartaches.
A single fool.
A nightmare,
That's what it was.
A past memory.
A fairytale.
A fictional story
Many a person dont get that fairytale happy ending.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem