In the garden spacious was our loitering
Among the plants, bushes in spontaneous greenery
Wherein confronted the foggy expanse
Pervading thy face of decades born.
Herein our pilgrimage towards the cold embrace
Replicated the moments of days denied
On the strength of mute cavellaries astounding
The generations before the bright moon.
Thereafter the blanch whiteness from million years
Looking for wandering escape through heart endeared.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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