sometimes i have to go
i also have to look for myself
to a place where i have never been there
someone meets me
and offers me a drink
and the talk goes on and on
until we are caught within the hold
of each others' arms
until we draw a circle within the
confines of the heart
and then i have to move again
still looking for you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem