Inquisition through a short poem.
Meeting each other can't temporarily be reached
In the distance we now experience.
Something I do always desire,
Someone's voice on the phone to hear.
Yearning your voice as much as your existence.
On every dream I have, at my very glance.
Unceasing feeling that will always dance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem