If you could ask me anything,
what would it be?
Would you stay for an answer,
or would you flee?
You can almost read me,
like an open book,
I'm no good in hiding,
why don't you take a look?
If this is a dream,
pinch me in the arm,
'cause you had me then,
and you have me now,
it is strange,
'cause I don't know
you at all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem