I carve your name into the rocks of the water stream
You write my name into the sands of the street
Rain drops soon wet our story of longing pains
Your name on the rocks remains
And mine on the sands fades
I speak of you to every one I meet
You speak of me to the lonely water stream
At every corner street they speak of you in the evenings
And they forget about me
You gave me a rose I showed to my friend
Kept it in my book planted it in my bed
I gave you a bouquet you kept it in the dark
Till all the flowers were dead
And you tell me you love me
You say you your not sure for what
I say I love you for your silent heart
Cold as stone but for that one private love
u fight against but hold onto for life
I carve your name into the rocks of the water stream
You write my name into the sands of the street
Winter winds soon storm our never ending pains
Your name on the rocks remains
And mine on the sands fades
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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