The hole I could not fill,
Has by me not been forgotten.
Until the day you came,
And in coming, came again.
As soft rain,
And in the evening storm.
There where we stood,
I touched a spot,
She turned to me and said.
I have a hole,
A hole you never filled.
And the loud thunder,
That I heard.
Could fill the moon,
But not today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you pulled me in with this one, and the end - well all I can say is wow the loud thunder, That I heard Could fill the moon, But not today