Your eyes-
Made me write poetry,
And I am moving
Round and round
With your eyes.
I wonder
Wonder with your
Black and white
The great mixture.
I glance at you
Again and again
And I pray with my
Wordless voice.
For light I beg,
And I hope
You are there
The whole day
For the truth.
I stood first,
Here on this earth,
And during this period
I watch you,
Reasons, I know not, though.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem