I remember holding you
Just last september
We shadowed the earth
And watched the sun fade
Now you come to mind
It was not my imagination
I failed stealing the softness of your lips
I should keep my sane in check
Wild roses bouquet in chapel
Dreams for my future unknown
Single wreath on a stonehead
Certainity of an end
Out of sight
I set out for void mind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem