You are songs from a wounded heart
Sweet as a river breeze on a hot day
Goldfinch sing along my blessed path
Theodora, how I wished you were here
I shall be the clouds that whisper
I will kiss you in our dreams
Grapevines and blueberries
You are lovely like flowers in heaven
Purple wildflowers like Monet
Your honey hair in eternity
Beauty can be a punishing silence
The love we crave is very sensitive
I suffer like a flower without a field
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I would like to translate this poem
A great poem, like it.