Oh, dream!
Don't leave, my love!
Your lips are redder than the sun
Your cheeks are like the pink rose
Your eyes are deeper than the ocean
You beauty are like freely wild bloom
You little shinning bird
Come my heart through.
The dead persons
When they grasp my soul
Control my spirit and throat
When they shadow my sky
Deprive my light and sight
I go after you, yelling
Don't leave, my dream,
My endless hopeful love!
2014/08/18
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I would like to translate this poem
Don't leave, my love! Yourlips, cheeks, eyes, beauty, bird, heart They control my spririt and throat Light and sight, hope. Very nice poem full of images and imagination. Thank you dear poet for this poem. tony