You, seem so weak;
you must be found.
You are distraught,
and so am I. But we
need nothing, nothing,
when the skies open
in purple rhapsody.
So take my hand,
for I know not the way,
and together, we will
be lost in a galaxy of
never-ending sunrises.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem