When you have felt,
these deeply graven lines upon my face you see.
And when long roads a traveller, travelling pities thee.
The void the stars and stand as one the sea,
though counted out by some, forever you I am.
Alive this child amongst the leaves as dead.
When green.
Heartfelt tears and mournful waves my open palms
our feet upon the sand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem