Another choir practice was ending
with nothing worthwhile achieved
So, being twelve years old
and with a breaking voice
I looked out the window
She was standing there in the twilight
She looked so bright and so neat
Standing in the light from the window
My shadow stretched out at her feet
Walked to school in the morning
Kisses still thrilling my face
My tongue abroad in the country
no longer content in its place
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem