and dreaming she conquered some mountain;
and she went up and over the ridge to him
and he came over to the white cloud tops
and the wind moved him like rain over her hair
and that he was more and more in love with her
and one night she became his voice this dream
and she lived on that mountain; she conquered.
i really like this one. beautifully written. this is my favorite out of urs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love is on that mountain some times you cannot see it opened wide never hides gently yielding comes with it