gathering its strength out of the wispiest hopes...
through detours in the veins of leaves...
through the switchboard of fleshly circuitry...
undeterred by resentful tangles...
guided by a dream running up ahead...
taking time to enjoy an hour of woolgathering...
then it breaks out into the sunlight
and it is ours to feel, now that we are lovers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is just fantastic....thanks for sharing..