when you met me
a rain fell
I feel your touch
still today
in your shoulders
consoled
I listened to whispers
and sweet declarations
that's all you know...
maybe therefore
this way I like rains
I remember those
unusual shivers
I feel your touch
still today
and what's more what was
and will never be
it you also already know...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lightly and shapely written. I like it.