You appeared, suddenly.
We exchanged fast notes
as if time would stop,
a chance would be lost.
Then you were gone,
leaving no sign of where you went,
why you left,
or if you'd return.
It's been a while now,
and I've got this feeling:
I remember so little,
Yet I wonder why I miss you so.
The heart is a boundless sea,
Seeking its own bliss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's amazing how one easily connects with a well composed art of literature. It's like reading my mind written by another!