</>I'm thinking of embracing you in my arms,
but you're still inside my abdomen
Maybe i go too fast,
Maybe i go too far,
you're still inside my head only, i'm just imagining.
You're my future tense,
yet i feel you're here at present.
You're like a cloud, from nowhere to nowhere.
i just want to make sure of the sentence,
'You are going to give birth to a baby', on the first page of a prophecy
'kay, i'm impulsive
but i just want to give a birth to myself first
before your little fists play inside my abdomen,
and your little feet do some stretching to cheer me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem