I still watch from the shore;
the tides haven't fully swept your prints.
I long to see your encroaching mast coming,
you ain't gone from my mind.
I feel like the rose is filfy stronger,
it's super scent haven't vanished.
I feel like it's getting better
it's beauty hasn't died along.
I feel like your waving was sarcastic.
I don't see that you won't return to me.
Let the tide take you away by dawn
and get you to me by dusk.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem