and i once said....
to you
then..may be...
twice....
back then..
you knew..
The...
sun so blind...
your smile..
it grew...
Then once again...
beheld......
it grew....
some more......
And fallen sand...
the sky has washed..
Two...Ends..Both..
white and gold...
and honey poured......
once spilled...
.......
can never.....
be...
forced back...
inside...
a bottle...
then...
poured again...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely. dreamy philosophical. best care xx goldy