when we meet again
we keep
the indention of distance
somehow i touch you
but you deny it
when you comply with
a wry smile
i shall pretend that
nothing affects me
then we go hand and hand
in the journey
into another time another place
begrudged
i must realize that these are not the hands
i love
into another body into another mind
i know what i am looking for
how shall i know that it is the same soul?
shall my heart still recognize whom?
or this love is nothing but another kind of fading light
and into the darkness also shall forget itself
its roots
it flowers all gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem