Moving forward through the night, empty and bereaved
forever.
Moon shining down upon an ocean filled with salted
tears of deserted love.
Misty waters rising in the night air as waves con-
tinue crashing into the darkness.
Abandoned, alone, nothing touching my being, only
senses and desires are still here for you, my dear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem