On the wings of a tiny dream,
If I could fly to your presence now!
I could have a glimpse of you.
I could hear your voice.
I could share your grief.
I could be with you…
I wanted to cry, holding you close,
I wanted to soothe your sore heart,
With the fluff of my kisses and
The balm, of my boundless love.
From the day you left me,
With tears flowing down my cheeks,
I have been carrying my coffin,
Wandering in the wilderness
Of my lonely life.
Won’t you ever come back, to me
My magnificent moon?
Into the clouds of my rueful heart?
Your silver streaks may transform
Me into a dazzling specter....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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