Circles of hills closed within, at the base
Of each hill flows white mist.
Dripping dew drops hang from green leaves,
Bushes found here are not topped.
Here in that room without any walls,
Empty spaces in your other place.
I can hear the world inside my head,
I look a thousand times but everything'sβ changed again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A beautiful love poem based on philosophy is well executed. Brief but meaningful. Thanks for sharing.