You are inside me,
I am – inside you.
It’s not in bodies –
Words are so mindful.
Is it exiting?
More! Not a sin!
We are exiling
Autumnal spleen.
Our poems
also may kiss.
They are the souls’ parts
close to a bliss.
Hearing and talking
Closely entwining,
Happy and tender
Both sides’ liking.
It may be broken
Only by God,
If it turns low –
Then He will come!
OUR POEMS MAY KISS etc. that is so tender and sweet. The balloon poem you wrote and my balloon poem written in response to it are surely poems that kiss. And now that I; m thinking about our poems, the Bayreuth and A. Blok as well!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I just falling for the poem... It's ondorfull dear poet!