A Thing of Beauty; is it's sight of you.
When you come, you leave it bright and clear.
How you love me, I must stand and bow.
Over hammock too my shadow slowly moves.
Dream deep and rise refreshed, too breath as one.
Do not ring your hands or beat your chest.
When I see you move away, please don't cry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really love this poem. Seems like I can't get the first three lines out of my head, not a bad thing, there..(smile)