I am not the rain
that makes your flowers grow
or the wind that blows the dust
into your eyes.
I am not the shadows
where your evil hides
or the light that makes the shadows
seem to fade.
I am not even
what you're thinking
or what you wish for
when you cry.
But everything that I am
is enough
to say goodbye.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem