Come to me,
remember the dawn that is gone.
How I pine in my room all alone.
Talk to me,
when you whisper out loud
about how it died, now I see.
Friend to me,
two suns spinning around.
Looking as one,
twin to all.
Cry to me,
each wave that comes back.
As I walk around,
I look back to the sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem