A face shines
through the mist,
a haze of
second rate failure
and good intentions.
I find its purity puzzling,
startling with its smile
and calm demeanor.
A kindred spirit it seems,
floating above the
club rock power
and expensive clothing.
Unique eyes lock with my own
as if they know me.
My heart sings a name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem