I have seemingly missed your words of love,
Those words that were written in the sand
And erased by the first wave.
Do you remember, my love?
I have enclosed them hermetically
With that last kiss.
And, after that,
Another kiss
And another exotic beach
And another feeling, autumnal feeling,
Of another ostensible seemingly love
Fulfilled my nothingness...
Among corals and shells,
Dried by the winds of the sea,
I awake in following my lost steps,
Taken by the waves
And redirected to the great unknown in the sea,
That great eternal.....
I still love you,
I love you more, miss you more.
Yes, I still miss you
And I realize that all I can do now
Is to lodge near the moan of the sea sand,
Which feels like a silk slipped worn-out dress,
When I touch it.
And slantingly I elect the oblivion,
When
I want to kiss again and again
Your gray-haired temple,
But, in reverting, I receive only
The kiss of our child...
Indeed kiss is the response for the words of love! But the surprising thing here is kiss of the child at the end!
An amazing work of art, a poem that touches the emotions and sentiments............10
it is actually very interesting and exciting.if love could be like this I hope there could be no divorce between partners in love
Kisses of child are purer than purest.Such kisses are heavenly blessings which have no part. Very touching and emotional write. Thanks for sharing.
A good love poem. Like the phrase 'the moan of the sand' very much.
Love may eventually get lost, but the kisses linger on the lips.
Beautifully crafted poem of great depth and character. I can even feel your pain through your writings.
it's exquisitely woven with love and care... moments of memory carefully preserved between lines... the longing... and the disheartening reality... combined together makes it a unique composition... Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My word! A supreme seaside erotica...I have done them myself but not half as well. You are truly an inspiration. Look, if you can, at my reply to this wonderful poem, titled In the Mists of Sand.