we understand
only a glance speaks the
needed words
there is an invisible string
that connects us
between us no rivers
the oceans heal into a page of a book
our hearts are vapors rising to the sky
fusing as clouds
when we fall we become
the hills all dressed with grass
there is no time
only our lives
when we hold hands
another earth is duplicated
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem