and, 'Truth in hers a friendship
though thought well out is she,
when being such a simple man
free thinks a verse about
are hills and valleys, friends
she says and bushes burn
and he tall trees of
Romance thinking, he of she
full moons upon the grassy hill
her eyes the sea reflects the stars
and the waves one after the other
touch the shore
and women can be friends
with out a storm
too simply put as I, her child
she explains to him each answer
not the why
and men are over their head in foam
calmly tossed when she against
each rock is cracked
and bending down the currant
swiftly pushes it away but it floats back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
what is your take thoughts on this poem