she is wet and wild
in the river and she plunges
and swims into the depths
looking for the
golden fish, her dream
she detests my longings
for once i was the moon
and the night was sad
and the whispers of love
had all been gone
eaten by the mouths of the wind
in love with her
i have learned the art of the transformers
what she does not know is this:
i have become the river
because i love her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem