What I must call
The sea getting dry
The fish stopped swim
No wind
No rain
No sun or moon
Just one star…
But do not glow
Won’t blink
There was a stone
On my throat
What I must call
When the beloved one won’t see when I pass
What I must call
When my hand get tremble on this letter
When my tears falls at my smile
When my smiles get straight, no passion
What I must call
When my tears change from water to blood
What I must call
No answer
The end
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I would like to translate this poem
this is the end very enough I love it