It is written
in the blood
of the stones
that our love
will collide
in vertiginous skies.
It is written
in the beating
of the butterfly's wings
that our dreams
will intwine in forests
of emerald green.
It is written
in the rush
of the river
that our embrace
will find the sea.
It is written
in the waves
of the shore
that our love
will find each other.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem