I don't resist upon my bed
As of my sadness I grow fonder.
Miles have filled my heart
For your long absence makes me ponder...
Why should I give water
To the inkling of my fears
When a well hydrated heart like yours
Would waste my precious tears?
So down the river, bed as boat,
I will sail to lighter blues.
A bird might chirp that you're back again,
But to me it won't be news.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem