She was wearing a long white dress
Gliding serenely, through the mist
I sensed rather than saw her beauty
Along a forgotten mountain trail
Who was she?
Why did she feel so familiar?
Was she from another life?
Or an oracle to my future?
For a brief moment, time stood still
As I walked past, myself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Terrific, and different: stripped right down to a classic simplicity and quiet rhythm- and then that wonderfully ambiguous ending. Thanks Anita.