When I discover new poems from her
on the fresh pages, she takes me softly
to an evening window to see stillness gather
and lightning flashing, a comet’s slow trail
lingers in darkness everything alters in
a cosmic moment. But after
this – forget about that, says my sun-lit soul.
And even the memory of magic leaves me alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem. LIke the tone of humility and the feelings