She often walked along the shores
In windy weather or fair.
But now my sister strolls no more
Nor will she tell many stories to me.
I did not even say “I love you”
When she came to me that summer’s day.
A wild thing I could never tame
But all the same, I’d thought she’d stay.
I’ve lost her, my sister, to the sea
Her footsteps fade away in the sand.
If only the waves would return her to me
So we can walk side by side again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
but someday let good memories start between you and the essence of sisterhood be back between you... there is still time though kinda impossible at the beginning... sometimes it just works like that