Not having to say again all of that,
you can do it all.
When you come back say what you need
I was there.
I waited and waited,
for you to find it in the sun somewhere.
Back we will go into the light,
without pain.
Boys plucking flowers after the rain,
all from the heart to give up, they trust.
It is then as we open up all of the sky,
even after we call out to heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem