Cleopatra’s Needle threads the earth at noon
Through the warm gaze of the eye of the sun.
I look into the sky and see your face
And think somehow the world is kept in place
The way a child holds a bright balloon.
Two years ago I wandered through this park
Looking for something I could never find
And often the memories that came to mind
Buried my joy beneath so much despair
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem