miss miss you
miss you miss the silence
on your face is oval
your eye on the ball that lit up
or on your eyelids
when he sleeps next to me
with a smile
smile that treat restless
I miss
now, you have no
or only in the imaginary
that always makes me restless sleep
every night
every night of the year
lifelong
suffering in confusion
spirits were infiltrated in the niche
thoughts of madness
you think of yourself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem