Singing to me in my head.
Forget all the rest.
I remember it all it means better.
Remember, I remembered that last night.
The warm neck reaching out that I srangled,
bar the stars, tied up in the sky.
And then to stick with me
through that cold night-singing in my head.
Forget all the rest.
I remembered it all it means better.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem