They met in this corner as they plannes,
the last two days.
They wore what each of them like to see
on the other.
She put on her white coat.
He put on his grey shawl.
They were afraid of explosing their military
secrets, on this small table, in this cold corner.
They had two mugs of tea, as an attempt to
break the frosty feelings, the hard like forward
life.
They blew on their tea in an arbitrary attempt,
to crush the glassy silence.
Till now nothing happened they were may be,
groping in the darkness of their nothingness,
for the key of their reunion.
They did not touch it, or may be it was not their.
it was outside their world.
A small happy boy stepped toward them.
He said ' Sir, choose one flower, whisper amg
its petals, your best wishes to the queen of your
kingdom.
The bewildered had obeyed the balm said.
He handed it to her, she hold it, smelled it.
She smiled.
Hand in hand they walked, they went home,
where memories, love and life will thrive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem