I reached here
And here I found You
O my dear
I know You are a
Finished product
Of Light
Where there is
No work of
My might.
Air
That is there
Before and after
I start in dark
In the same way
You You show
Your face
Black and white
And yellow in wood
O Wood-craft
And You have given me
This life and
On it the right.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem. I like it