Deep is the pond surrounded by reeds
that bubbles where fish do swim.
Deep is the clove that surrounds my being.
Deep is my love for him.
Dark are the pools in the pond at night
that obscure what lies below.
Dark are the somber nights I feel
when I know my love must go.
Clear is the pond in the sun
that is calm before my eyes.
Clear is the love within my heart
that heaves at first, then sighs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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