Impossible, no I don’t believe I know you
Maybe it’s because we haven’t been introduced
Perhaps for
Others you need no introduction
Sort of like her mantra or his muse
Secluded from you I am a recluse
Impossible, no we haven’t spoken yet
Because I would remember my
Life different if we’d met
Each achievement in my pocket…
…Would be a sad regret
So I must be going, I sense danger
And I was raised to never talk to strangers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem