Resting in your arms,
I sleep fondly.
Nothing about us is traditional.
Miles apart, separated by sea,
tempted by closeness,
Who to choose?
The salty ocean spray or the savannah heatwave of Africa.
The earth bursts upon for me, but two arise.
I am torn.
I am reborn.
I die.
Love is a beast no-one can tame.
Life is a cruel master.
But in a single choice, this may be,
My final night alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem