In the shadows of the leaves,
In the hollows of the trees,
In the whispers of the caves,
In the space between the waves,
In the bottom of the well,
In the darkness of one's hell,
You reside everywhere
Except within my reach
Filled I am with despair
Alone without my peach
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
dear friend... if so unattainable is your shadowy love then its the gloom and not the shade that such love can provide... but nice work... it generates catharsis.. atleast for me