it was just a sigh,
of a heart talking
to the calm
lake
where love is wading
the boat of whims is floating
without a rudder
and someone says it is just
that, going nowhere,
round and round in the circle
of this water.
i will not tell you anything
about this
as you wish this is not
intended to be
another poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem