again we shall do the same things
we used to do before
the smile we both smiled
the laughter we both laughed
the hands that used to guide us
and hold us firm
as faithful lovers used to do
cling
entwine like the vines in our garden
then we flower together
to meet the sun
and greet the moon with our love
we run
holding hands together on that green pasture
where some brooks run
where some birds perch on some contented sleep
they we lay on the grass
facing the black sky
the full moon and some distant stars
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem