Mist
weeps across the stones
like tears that sweep
this woman's cheek
where
did you go to
while I was away?
The you I knew
has vanished, lost
in the seascape,
a ghost in the wind
that grazes the nape of my neck.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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