And with the stars
Was the rhythm of dancing leaves
And the water's clearest standstill
So it was late...
So we're still one...
But then you didn't find me
Or have encountered my gazes;
It was my mind
Or was it my heart,
The oddity we shared-
Our prelude.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A profound prelude. CP