Brought to the place
Where no solitude hurts
The moment outpoured
Into the heart
Loneliness fed by each forgotten
Long living art
Like a glass magnified
In each particle of dust
Like a lady beyond the twilight
Like a man walking through the sunflowers
Like a child turning towards the sun
Like a cup half filled
Half betrayed in emptiness
Like a magic wand stirring the water
Into the ripples of light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is a quiet and beautiful poem...