This town our town now and then
) when thinking about it some times(
she found her tune but hummed it not
waiting for winter in snow that never came.
He rode her horse she put his in the other pasture
) saddles hide some shame none was found(
The sleeping bridle bites the flank that lies awake
you look for him, then he came and left again.
When she cared he left when he left she cared more
) she knows the comming and goings left behind him(
behind him she follows the lead that goes around her
when his hand holds the axe she splits more wood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is really really good...keep writing i love reading your poems