Poetry is a time tunnel through which
You and I gaze at each other
Time immemorial and now
Every year the world is breaking apart
Every year love would not end

Poetry puts death behind you
You in front of my eyes
Our faces remain the same

Poetry turns the past into now
Now into the past
Our breaths remain the same

When poetry loses the borders of languages
You and I fall into boundless silence
Our eyes remain the same

Together, perhaps
We hear the sound of the universe

Together, perhaps
We are in paradise