we shall meet again on the shallow banks of
the running river on mossy rocks greener
and water drenched by the constant rain
darker horizons colder air and shivering silence
we meet again as wrinkled skin and white hair
bent and weak and surrendering to whatever that comes
and finally goes passing us by
we will just take a glimpse and confirm the reasons for
what happened and why it happened
it is enough, we shall take the last look of ourselves
and then we close our eyes and die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem