We met in one evening 
Narrated …Confabulation; 
I sensed his passion for illusions. 
We approached times.
We differed sometimes.
Look in his eyes, 
Caught a glimpse of deep sadness, 
Inquiries... Confusion...
Attracted me to the heart. 
Lost my way in its maze, 
Tired it ambiguity. 
So, I returned to my place 
and fine he went to his way.
Then I realized that. 
He is Passerby, 
Lover travel.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    