I am lost, true.
But I am beautiful.
And I am at the diving lines,
Lines of birth and death.
Life is al rustic,
Still, I love it.
Death is all filled,
Still, I am not interested.
MY light is with me,
And I am therein.
My land is heaven,
And I am with you, the ocean.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem