A sweet smile, a warm presence
Perhaps I could have fallen for them.
A scent captivating, a feeling mesmerising,
Perhaps I would have been imprisoned there.
Not yet for what?
There are no answers at all..
Perhaps from somewhere in the skies above
My mom might be drawing my track ever.
A moment of fickle mindedness,
There begins the span of hollowness.
Unto the heaven that`s not very certain
Let me take my soul white.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem