You went away. Promised to return.
And said that you would send your love.
So for many months, I waited.
The winter had passed. You were still gone.
But I still had a sliver of hope.
So for many months, I waited.
FInally, when one year flitted through,
A single rose landed in my hand.
You were alive, and loved me.
So for many months, I waited.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem