"I can be me when I am with her"
The drained and exhausted him
Left with no energy even for a simple smile
Two brows raised an equivalent of ‘hello'
With that in mind, he happily greeted a stranger
The joy of your voice kept ringing
An unexpected laughter escaped in him
He took her by the hand
But not a tiny energy exerted to hold it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Grace. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.