If you are in between, in between is a river
And two courses will lead you towards your eyes
A magnet, a pull of the earth between forces
It will attract you to the epicenter
And if love was a shared straw, shared is the sun
That one would die for in the sandy land light
And faithless journey accounts on foot
Descending the mountain of green smile
If you are in between, in between is a saddle
The minor stand to peg on and off
And what happens then to the soul
And ride on the wasted timeline
Of photos, offshore the neck becomes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, if everyone in the world would choose good what a world it would be.