I look at you.
You look at me.
Between the two of us
Lay green wide oceans
And upon them float dozens of lost islands.
Let us give names to them.
I’ll name an island, ‘desire’.
Why don’t you name it ‘love’?
I look at you.
You look away.
I look away too.
Love falls, desire remains.
A country is lost,
A civilization forgotten!
Names remain, somehow
As you turn you gaze away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A look can say a million different things