No, I could not see your soul
through your open windows;
all the times I cast a fond or an intent gaze
I got me stuck in the pathway maze!
All the times I looked into your voiced pupils
I found my miniature self; auto-caricature image!
Your eyes have neither white nor black magic
but they have a divine pull of a virgin brown cascade!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem... terse and succinct......... I am really taken over by its depth! A 10 for this superb write!