I see your face
soft and pure
eyes dark
lips light
like ginger
slightly turned
are you smiling?
or is it sadness that touches
those ginger lips.
when I don't focus on them
and search your eyes
blue seas pouring into black pools
I glimpse a smile
bright as snow
but when I seek it
full and delighting
there is no smile
gracing ginger lips
and feel my own frown
rose water to your ginger
and I wish we could create
a better flavour
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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