She was a friend
In many more ways than a man could be
Just last night,
She held me high up in her arms
And together we watched the sailing stars
And this morning,
Teasingly, she waved at me in the wind
And I embraced her with the greed of a lover
But when I returned
In the hot hours of the day today,
Only earth remained where she once stood
She had to go I was told
To make space for a parking space.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Talk of a deceptive lady? Becareful with such. Nice work. Kudos. Pls read my poems and comment