When she comes to meet me
we sit together silently.
We look at each other
We hold hands.
I touch her lips
softly like the petal of a Rose.
She smiles and in her smile
there is a world of longing.
She smiles and in her smile there is a world of longing... Beautifully expressed.. Loved it.. Thanks for sharing this one..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good expressed thanks10