Why?
But with a kiss.
That burns.
Why?
In the end.
All that remains.
Is the sand that once touched the ground.
And why I ask.
With the bitter feeling.
Of what I could remember.
Are only the questions.
I ask myself......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice piece of work, Valentina G. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks