Inside those marbles, I have read
messages forgotten by your tongue.
Your telescope that revealed the world:
the hazy colors splashed in the horizon.
But what I loved most
in your eyes is
as it searched,
discovering, identifying,
scrutinizing, drifting
from view to view,
from site to site,
segregating the interesting and mundane,
it found its way
showing me to you,
and gazing into mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
such a nice poem. i really like it a lot. thanks for sharing! ! !