I haven’t ever known you, truly -
I got you easily, without a price.
It’s like the closeness of the birds
To the silvery clouds,
The treetops’ brush with the sky,
Too known is your face.
How could I ever know you were priceless!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, really like it. A great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Evil Rising.