To those who read my poems
Each poem that I have written and if a song
You read inside of it, it was meant for you.
All your love for me though time has passed,
Should they even know?
Up at night and pacing in your room, I hear
From down below.
And stronger than the storms at sea,
Walking in the sand I see, a face still haunting me
The face I see in me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem