Lying down languidly in grass
Letting the crass world cross
Time just stands still in bliss
Infinite talk goes on in the eyes.
Pursing the lips, then part a bit
Feel the petals – conveying assent
Sensing yours scent in the air
That you walked through ages ago
Paraffin in the heart
Yearns to be kindled
Why to seek a safe refuge
Let us choose the path we fear to walk.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem