Am I really missing you?
That I can't say definitely,
I am sure.
I am silent,
See me here.
I am silent
And I am drowning
In your river.
I am silent,
And bleeding
With your razor.
I am hungry
With endless aching.
And I am missing you,
The truth
With all flowers
And fruits.
And I want to meet you
On this day, day of judgement.
I am fire,
Soul fire.
I am the star there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem