The sound
Touching lips
Mutual interpenetration
Grievance
Self is forgetting
For a moment
I had to be yours for sure
Perhaps happiness
Uncertain love
Indefinite intercourse
Hesitant submissiveness
Insecure thrills
We could not have done
Probably
Otherwise
I search you
Certainly
Again
No doubt,
I do not find you
Indubitably
The violin strings
And the piano keyboards
Can play
The same
Song
Variably
They play differently
The sound
Poem by Marieta Maglas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I search for you! Thanks for sharing.