There, I’m rational again, the self-pity,
and selfishness cried out of my system,
happy for Rudi out on a boat on the
open sea, doing what he loves most,
working with all things marine, he
won’t ever know about my crying so
wildly, I was caught unprepared,
now to get on with my own work,
move to my father to help him with
his research on church history,
knowing Rudi will return, he always
does, life is good and the same sun
shining upon him and the crew
is shining for me, the same wind
that ruffles his hair, is ruffling mine…
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I would like to translate this poem
s shining for me, the same wind that ruffles his hair, is ruffling mine…...Loved these lines of yours....warm regards malinikadir