To the bright yellow sun.
I have never seen.
Never forget me.
When you finally come,
never release me.
John, each night regrets.
Will I always retreat from the day?
And I know that some day.
Down on my knees,
I will one day be lifted up.
Until then on my knees I remain.
I know that every thing I said,
was a tease.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem