I would be the echo in your thrill -
Merely a sound of the nature
A posy in your hands, or a chill
-maybe- in a distant pasture.
I would go - away and back
For, tides run faster than bliss
A kiss in a loner's eye, a black
Viola that covers the abyss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem