A dress of red, with an ochre hue,
green eyes, with a touch of dew,
faint regret for what might have been,
blonde hair, that lingers in the memory,
longer than it should have.
A mild greeting, belies the true heart,
a gasp, a sigh, a sharp intake of breath,
fragrance, that will never be forgotten,
feeling that will transcend, even death
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I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such an impressive poem, Jason. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks