We tried hard not to dream
While awake and in sleep
We leaned against the parapet
The shadows seemed to tease;
The sounds were unduly harsh
And the sights mere fragments.
Our dreams were a hotchpotch.
We could go back to then space
But surely not that time-space
The subtle corners were there
But not those soft shadows;
Everything was not the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem