Oh when will you return love
Bird when will you sing
my cloister is humid from sighs
the dew is upon the dawn
im counting how many times the world spins creating day and night
indiferently, but my feelings inhabit another dimention
weather i feel happy or sad
i transgress day and night
happyness sadness
love hate
him her
another day without you,
Grant my due
would you not like me to be redeemed by the rose bush
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem