It is only by your lovely clings, it swished.
No outside rain this wholesome beat this noise.
When kissed I miss the tears the warmth the most.
And wet as such this is our only world.
Inside is pushed apart I hear it come to me in waves.
The sun it dries the clouds and when you speak.
Moist the moss hangs down, you smile
each dropp I catch is you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem