Midnight air hits me
Tears turn to ice
Shatter on the ground
I walk glistening pavements
Considering the steps
Before mine were taken
I sympathise
With the abandoned streets
No life to revive them
Then i meet your eyes
Your touch
For those minutes
I'm alive
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A vivid portrait you paint! Excellent.