If I felt that you had been here,
it was because your angel would have touched me with his wing like a breeze,
you would have been here with him
in an indestructible sensation.
Maybe you thought if the angel had told me,
I would have known,
but he wouldn't have said anything.
He would never tell me,
but I've been waiting for you,
to give me your love
in rainy mornings
with hopeless awakes...
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem