I Steal Your Sighs

You speak like a bird…

All the ferns breathe in their bosoms,

Which You took them 

By the breath of Your eyebrows.

From the groves,

From the forests of stars left of

Trees, I feel

You walk on the hair of the wind.

I’m stealing your sighs,

With my desires fluttering

And stack in dewy layer

Living verses.

Not knowing how you hurt,

The echo of your step

I close in my dream.

You sleep in me

Until a cruelly morning.