Each new dawn of the morning.
Each new sun here my center it you move.
And as it crosses the sky of your dream.
Dreams from the heart part the leaves.
There, I have hidden it to long from our song.
And saying this to me, I have said.
And in leaving I came there from you.
Nothing from you was that long.
As deep as the sky endless sea.
Us being you,
if I were to leave if ever you leave, would I die?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem