I was never yours,
lost, adrift, so long I was,
holding on for all to see.
Held apart, for I to long
each fragrent smell,
I have no tast of the sea.
Was I,
when you tell me, ever wrong
to sing that song, too thee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
almost identical to one a few poems ago. but typos. ;) :) :) bri