i never wish to escape from your hands
you for once never own me and i for once
did not pretend that there is this clasp or
a grasp, for in truth, we have been strangers
all along, from the beginning when you have
seen me as a very tiny flower grieving for
my own darkness. There is no freedom,
because there was never a keeping.
Do not set me free, you never had me.
Look at me, do you still think that my eyes
are sad like the eyes of the widow?
Look at me and try touching my eyes,
aren't they as warm as yours?
There was never an entanglement of the
unicorn. Never. There is only this river that
your feet once trod, and then there is nothing
since then. I am free, and will always be.
There is no end, because we never had
any beginning. Take your chances now.Go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem