Like a leaf blown down across,
and underneath an endless sea.
A sea of emerald green,
her eyes are blue, I see.
I seemed to see her,
closer to the bottom drowning.
In all my wildest dreams,
before this moon lite night.
I am reaching down,
and in.
And she lunges up at me,
not even choking.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem