Where the sky throws
its endless kisses
to the earth,
to touch her he
stretches hands
and bends to get
melted as an wax,
there stand for me.
I am picking up
the flowers, ferns for
the bouquet of my
undone love.
not hatred.
Be there alone
to touch me with
all your boundless
love before I embrace
Death! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A desire poem with lovely metaphors thank for / /love before I embrace Death! ! !