For I dimly remember that her name
twin towers rose between
and round her neck she wore my pearls
the ocean how it seemed.
Lost in age
to climb true heights
beneath the silent waves
and splashing laughs
gave way to what to me
she each time said.
Lovers seek a place that's warm
to wash the sand away
and late at night
remembered lovers tread a path
as moon light shows her face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem