Conversations (III)
You can send me fractions.
The shattered pagoda of memory blasts
Back into place and the splinters
Spiral into a soft round kiss.
We’re half shade and half sun
And never fully half, holding
A hymn hands can’t tear
To pieces, or sing solely.
Translations from the English 
You must carry an endless supply of sadness and reflection in your pockets. You pull it out in words and share it with anyone of us who searches our own pockets for the right articulation. It is a heavy gift. Thank you for these poems.
Thank you, J.
Beautiful! Makes me want to write! Thank you for sharing 🙂
You should write, by all means!
U write very well. Personally I thought poems are always very boring, but I started liking poems now..
That is probably one of the best things a poet can hear from a reader. Thank you.
🙂