The drops
Oozing down
Your fingertips
Are sweet.
Their fragrance
Tempting.
This moment is golden.
Its brightness
Dazzling
Enchanting.
Yet
The unkind evening
Carries the gold away
On its wings.
And yet golden moments linger in the landscapes of the mind. Beautiful last stanza. Wonderful to read you again. Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The unexpected is part of the spice of life - captured so evocatively in this beautiful poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥