This truth-tree is yours
my dear daughter, I do admit.
My love, my pleasure, my routine,
My blood, my soul, my mind,
My words, my emotions, my works
all are yours, my dear,
I am just an empty vessels
that has only sound much.
You have so may faces, so many role
to play, in so many worlds
that are beyond my imaginations.
I do admit, I am just your reflection,
You are coming from that empty vessels
You declared and you sail.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem