Open sky above us
yet, the chains
of free will, thus
kept us longing
for a sight
in a manner of in spite.
Your resemblance, with a roar,
of a never trespassed shore
made me almost water-walk
or it was my soul that soak..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is great song. It somehow describes the fate of a rejected love...