The Little the boy, looks at the girl as they play.
Distant far off is the mist as it drifts in from the sea.
Coast to coast inbetween asks once of the girl.
The boy looks up and sees but one green eye.
And sighing she sings...never but often this of.
But at what great cost are these questions explained.
From deep in that light holding hands, speacial place.
Only the sea you it knows.
And of the sky and of the sky is it blue?
Her name is not speacial, it is.
So daddy told mummy about what he said.
That is the secret where onec long ago.
The boy once a man turns once around and let's go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem