when i write
this one,
i am looking
at something
so beautiful,
and i am trying
to paint this
thing with words,
but to no avail,
it is just too
beautiful
that i stop
writing for once
to touch it
and kiss it and
sleep and then
dream with it.
such a beauty
such a soul
such a life
such a death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem