While the sun is closing eyes,
the moon opens the lips.
Only the hands of clock
Slowly fall asleep.
As flower petals are closing eyes,
Fallen leaves open the mouth.
Only the feet of clock
Slowly walk and jog.
Whenever the friendship opens eyes from away,
Wet love closes the face.
Only the heart of clock
wanders and visits like a vagabond.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem