the scent of mild air,
I was a shining chick.
the feel of snow,
I was a lovable teenager.
the sound of rain,
I was a naive child.
the touch of typhoon,
I had a friend.
the moment goes,
I am behind the moment.
I just wanted to say great poem it really makes me think.
excellent first poem in PH...tou hold a lot of promise... ....udit 10.12.2006.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a beautiful, sensuous, thought provoking write! Jon x.