Played a little,
talked a little,
quarreled a lot
but I knew her,
she knew me,
she was me,
We are the same.
As we were together
our memories were the same.
She widened
my narrow corridors
with her smiling
eyes…
the way we feel pain of words our memories were the same. She widened my narrow corridors with (a smile)
There is something mystical about this poem. I like this poem.
Transparent thoughts! The economy of words! Beautiful poem! love Maria
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An inner-struggle piece....fantastic...never change a word of it! ! Thomas