You are half a world away from me.
At least that's how it seems.
The miles of separation I see
sometimes in my dreams.
They lengthen in their distance each day
and never shorten in length.
I often wonder if you feel the distance
and if I have the strength
to dismiss from my mind how far it is
and focus on other facts.
I must forget about half a world away
and return to tangible acts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem