Sometimes I just feel you there,
on rain-drenched afternoons -
or later, in the cooling night air.
Sometimes you're everywhere.
Sunlight, trees, butterflies:
All remind me of you -
and I come to realise -
but part of me still denies...
but somehow I know
that you're still here - there - everywhere.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem