Starting with old and new;
Strip everything apart.
Away, my love, away,
Back to the clear blue;
There’s no hate left
At the bottom of my heart.
Oh, I’ll show you inside me
Where the old horses graze;
Off old paper and through time
Under an English tree
Beneath a sky so white
With star-flecked haze.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem