Something from the sky soared
below the New moon, and watching it,
I thought of what I would say
to make it a memory -
what I would say to touch you
and I realized that if I cannot tell you,
if you cannot hear me,
or touch me,
it is enough to watch
the first falling star of Winter,
and remember your name.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Intriguing piece. It ensnared me. Thanks for sharing it.