Our hearts connected with
body and soul.
We were running through endless times,
like drunken souls in pouring rain.
No sleepless dark could kill our dream,
death defied by mother's voice.
We shared a single day
and hit the road.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You made me crave more background by being conservative with your lines. Nice job!