worldly and others are sleeping
your pale white hand
window it enters
windy smiling it rustles
tree tops reddened
like a white wild cherry flower
you and I
danced
all live together with
I am the white and draped
you round with my body
holding interior of an egg,
her shell I am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
something's coming together really good