Someone sighed
I heard it then
A long and haunting
sigh - it comes again
Who was it sighed
that long, sad, yearning sigh
It took my breath and
still I don’t know why
What was the thought, that
made my poor soul sigh
What truth wants out
that my heart would deny
glimpsed for a moment
then suffocated, so that in
this poem's battle with my heart
nothing splendid was created
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem