And in this silence between you and me
It is in fact the best as I count 1,2,3
Oh the joy of this reverberating bittersweetness
Come I tell you to the trance of prancing true
I resign to sleep for I refuse to fall to thee
Oh wait it’s already done oh woe be gone!
For now I seclude to tuneful wayward waves
Tomorrow brings me closer to forever dew
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem