You claim to be true,
I tell no lie to you too,
You bring me tidings of good times,
That they will come too,
In the patio of my house
The flowers will smile
And they will instill fragrance into my breath,
Have you ever thought that the spring tide
Often goes astray forgetting the path
Of someone’s house, but you claim to be true.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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