Once more
I can feel that holy scent
of infancy
of chidhood
of innocence
of fig trees
the sweetest aroma
of ripened figs
the fragrant sap
that honeyed succour
oh, touch of that green foliage.
Can I get it back?
once more when, if,
I open that long lost gates
which I have already lost
in the labrynth of my hay days
shall I be able to open it
with my dreams?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem