what you see
was simple half of
the visible
the rest lies in what
we usually want to forget
not wanting to
see clearly
we bury what we cannot
fathom
we throw away what we
cannot hold for long
i too was awed by what
you claim by heart
you know
when i go there again
i saw the same thing
i do what you do
in the silence of our
wrongdoings
when we meet again
we keep saying
about the midnight candles
that we burn
we too have become small suns
in the middle of the
night
we take light and we shall
never die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem