I think of you
and feel the fragrance of my mother
the most beautiful woman in the world.
You are on a merry-go-round in my heart
Your skirt and hair dance in the air
I lose your face each second and see it again.
You slash my heart with your knife.
I hear your voice when you are far off.
Why have I lost all of myself for you?
I kneel down to look at your hands
I want to touch them but I can't
You are behind a wall of glass.
I find myself so lost today
Going through this in the evening.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem