Walking in sleep
you tiptoed as if gliding
on the cold water.
The forest weeps.
Burning and billowing
for the deathless mind.
No slogans. I will
wear the hijab of moon
to meet my lover.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Walking in sleep is an amazing act and you have brilliantly written this interesting poem. Thank you very much for sharing this.