That whimsical look-
How shall I express it?
When the lovers departed,
When we left our homes,
When we finally broke our roots?
A voice within deeply stirred
that made our horizons silent.
Something deeply we felt
that gathered our flown moments.
Something more than the words
that our tears conveyed.
We were swept by a wave,
We witnessed a tremulous wind.
And we left our taverns,
Leaving a sigh behind.
And for a moment we closed our eyes,
We held our years deep in our breath.
A bow unto all lived moments-
And we walked to unknown dales.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this reminded me of my friend.. thank you