I viewed you from afar,
through mists that barred my view
of where we might have kissed,
In plain view of yearning.
I missed you from afar,
Through the care-worn viewpoint
Of heart's kindling,
In plain view of burning.
I missed out on missing you.
To have you missing me
Would be divine, if blue.
In plain view, it's true:
I'm spurning you.
It's not what I want to do.
I missed out on missing you
Through a dry-toast heart
Afraid to make butter
In plain view of churning.
A dry-toast heart
Grows stale in plain view
Of not learning to act.
Learn to act
On yearning,
In plain view
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composed 10/10/2017, rev1 10/13/2017
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I would like to translate this poem
Viewing mist from far amazes mind entirely. With plain burning of view of mind missing love is so sad. A dry heart still grows to acquire love and peace. This is brilliantly drafted poem.10