First I was a drop in your dead sea.
Next, a wave in your hurricane.
Then I was the rocks you raged against.
Now I am the clouds;
feeding you still,
but out of reach of your drowning embrace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wonder how one is supposed to read it. The first time I felt happiness, and the next time sadness. I guess the two go hand in hand.