let this love be
unspoken,
let this be a flower
in the middle of
the mountain,
let this be a black
bird homing,
let this be a bell
without ringing,
let this be a feeling
without telling,
let this be the white
flowers
blooming beside our
two graves,
let it be the blank
space in our tombstones,
my name on it without
yours.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem