I talk much
I see the time in the clouds
In the west
Colourful; blood-like
As fog.
And I know it will soon
Evaporate
'Hey…'
I shout and want to talk.
I know of us…
Both gone in seconds…
Bye.
I see the wave
I see the wind
And the breeze
And the leaves
Coming to life
Dying; falling.
And your eyes
When they stare at…
Can it be me?
With each…
Even you…
In distance
Unreachable
I talk
I talk much
With love
With joy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem