Just a minute
I want a minute of your time
Just one minute
I beg you for it
I whisper in your ear a secret
From failures
From success
I’m searching for right word
I want it to contain
I want it as a sheaf
I am aware wild wind’s time
I hate it; for my birth
It brings gift of death
I’m in love. Of course a kind
Love to live
Love to give
I love life only if useful being
Love in helping
Love the giving
If useless, I love the departure
I, love you
Please help
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful poem. i liked it~nb