One day or another
The two hands together,
Walks down the wintery noon
To reach their destiny very soon.
The melancholy owl would cry a little
And some sonorous sound of beetle,
Shrieks soberly too well to justly define
The etherized sunset in western line.
One day or another
The two souls would melt together,
In the meeting at night sky
The two stars would eternally lie.
The lonely Moon would smile
And down earth away countless mile,
An astronomer in his successful mission
Would theorize a new definite vision.
One day or another
The two birds together
Would sing a solitarily song
Within the heart of darkness long.
And some disconnected words of joy
Would play together on black and white toy,
And when the song would over
The beating love is there to cover.
One day or another
If the two together...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem