On that day when winter's veil had lifted and the brightness rushed Back in.
We found a misty land, where we laughed at time and talked of the Cosmos and a billion suns.
We stood there stoney still, cemented.
We heard the sea, smelled and drank it in and we said no words.
It was our place, our world made for us.
We sat and became us and no others dwelt there,
Just us existing as we not I, and we knew, we just knew.
On that day we then rejoined the world
It was full of bright and dazzley things, endless smiles and small Touches
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem