I will appear before thee,
As with the night does emerge the moon gladly,
Since our souls like the rail tracks are one,
Thinking of me will suffice to reach you soon.
The rainbow might be there,
Without the presence of any colour,
The stars might vanish out of the blue,
Yet my heart cannot be empty of the thoughts of you.
You are to me as Ophelia is to Hamlet,
Your company is what my heart ever cherishes to get.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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