And here I sit on a log
in a dank forest
on a dismal, grey-heart day
and the soft beauty
of the blending forest-colours
is too much for me
without you beside me
on this log that misses you too
and I close my eyes
and remember you back
here
with me
in swirl-branch embraces
and mind-talk gazes
as deep as our toes
and kisses
beyond forever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem