IT IS indeed nice to know my friend that the moon and stars at night still fascinate you,
how the scent of trees make like longer that we imagine it to be, and the songs of rivers still linger in our mind taking us back to youth,
some things
little bits of memories we want to remember like chips and chirps of birds
we have forgotten
it is nice indeed to know, and it gladdens me that the sonorous sound of the rain, early morning, as it stops us from our usual speed, makes us stop for a moment and
know that God is here, how our hearts still thirst for that drink,
how this thirst can never be quenched by wine or any drink, or even the
flatness of water,
some things my friend must linger at the tips of our fingers, before we snap,
this vacuum with lots of gaps, before we nap,
shake my hand, hug me, i am one with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem