On the first day we met again
we chose to chase the sunset
- only to miss it.
Yet,
even in the engulfing darkness
at the end of another day,
and the rolling waves
encroaching upon our feet -
we talked on...
While the faint cigarette light
guided my eyes to your smile
when the sun has shied away
and the moon has yet to shine -
in this small and silent world
that became ours for the moment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem