Wish you were here
With bunch of flowers
Tucked in your dark hair
In this holy hours of dusk
We can meet in the temple
And to god sing a prayer
A prayer for love to
Remain in our hearts till to
Us death will embrace
We will feel happy
Looking at the teeming stars
And the Moon's shining face
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem