Wind breezed the curtains aside,
Rippled the star-dotted night.
And I saw you for a wink.
Perched on the edge of your window sill,
Feet dangling with ankles pale,
A smile ghosted
behind your hair of inky fall.
Then it's all gone.
However hard I ran
You measured our distance always
Choosing when to meet,
When a closed window I shall greet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem