Long hug
When looking in your face
-I feel that I trace
-something in the bowls of
-your cute black eyes
-where I see the sun in
-the dark of darkest nights.
I follow the clouds,
-the CBs, mushroom-like,
-stratus to cirrus
-and always…
Shiny are Silver Lines
-when open are your arms.
That is when you and I
-embrace for long hug.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem