I thought it could be,
well at least for that moment,
the day of the time.
so much,
of life is gone
just once
All the time
for so long,
I waighted
for someone like you.
And in that moment,
It came clear
Like a cristel in the light,
waighting to be bought.
Clear to thy eye,
No dought,
No disbleaf.
He was mine well.
at least for a moment,
of that time of day.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem