in the dark
we know we both are
awake
why have we become
tolerant
why the silence?
are the stars more beautiful now
the little glitter of
far away
we have grown old for the
poetry of love
as i hold your hand
words do not exist
i forget your name and
you forget mine
but the familiarity is
still there
on the grass under the stars
we feel that much
my back is one with the earth
my eyes glued to far away
how small are we
how insignificant
the world is boasting now
we are nobody.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem