Between smoke and fog,
Lies a wake of flickering candles;
Between night and day,
Lies a pool of unplumbed depths;
Between right and wrong,
A sea of supposed differences;
Between you and me,
Lies all distance:
We are cleft.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brilliant! Cleft, like a dividing line between this and that. Loved the word play of the poem. Good write! ; D