the moment comes about to touch me
it takes me out of desolate poignant atmosphere
leads me to the layover that makes me come to extacy
lettering of the fondness
words of the affection
refresh my arid soul
mend my weary heart
the core words that lightly fall
like soft rain through the misty of the beauty mind
those secret moments we shared
stay warm in my mind
to be part of the rest of my life
to have the thought of you remains
the moment
hh jogja, april 14 2010
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem