we were lost
thinking it was the way that
shall take us home
we are in the middle of
nowhere
the trees are towering
the songs of birds unknown
on the other side are all ferns
and on the barks of trees, orchids
we were lost
upon a dead end
but the place was so beautiful
and indeed
we never think of home
we will stay here
she says.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem