Through tall brown grass,
In cold November rain,
So far away, still close enough,
closer than beat and breath;
Say, what you've to say,
I'll fill you with love again—
Always shine,
for I'm there for you;
Come to me,
I'll make you to forget the pain.
A sketch you made,
near a blue sea, on sand,
and wind kissing your golden hair—
How long it'll last,
I hardly know,
when I'm in your arms.
Spirit I put in banal things,
dust I make to fall,
like a note flowing on chord;
Fragile we're,
and I don't know,
where to go, and where I belong.
Threads we weave, and strings I play,
In the middle of chaos—
Paper leaves flying in sky,
fragrant fumes we inhale,
and clouds calling your name,
like thyme grown all around.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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