I sometimes wonder,
if we are going to collided,
or for ever have pirouettes,
just dancing to a different tune,
in your bed room,
or gazing into each others eyes,
as our lives go bye,
an all day slumber in a haze,
then dance once again,
when the time is right,
for the both of us,
then just kiss and say good night,
again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem