Brooding deep inside my room:
Inside my heart, inside my mind.
Think I do of my past lives:
Of my past breaths; of my past kind.
Stand now High with dignity;
Heartbeats hurt; I, stout.
Kiss I do my Woven love;
Not long I will hang out...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A deep thought.. a bit passive.. but you got this brilliance to transform it as a wonderful thought. good Rema