We look for ways
To clog together soak together;
After the first seven we realised
It were all nothing but reasons;
Reasons illusioned as love
We thought;
We knew the end and yet we
Played;
Mutually enacted involuntarily
As we never knew;
My hands on her shoulders,
The smile she gave as sharp
As a sword;
The flock of her hair seemed to
Me like a golden waterfall;
She moved with her slender
Body in her coat,
my arms made of iron,
Wrapped her hips;
We walked around the meadows,
Which was as luminant as the radium;
Yet days passed,
Yet we still knew;
There it seems normal,
As the autumn wind;
It passed through,
I look upon the first seven;
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful expressions....Loved this piece.