and so you ask
where is the place of the truth?
i do not wish to speak
but i know somehow when we are together
in the secret places of our
hearts
i do not look into your eyes
for they are pools of water that may drown me
there is no peace there
except some
suspicions
i touch your lips with the softness of my fingers
like they are roses
and i am but dew
i know where it is
but i will not tell you still
you cannot look back now
i am thrushing into
it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem