Your visage flash
of the camera
leaves a commentary
into a blessing
of your eyes and mine
where your eyes and mine
were the latent image
to a cry that seemingly cast
its way to a smile
left upon the earth
as witnesses
of the passersby
here upon our way
to long shadow
where beauty is left
in tender speak
to a silent whisper
when no one can hear
us but a glance to eternity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem