The wind has blown me in your mind,
simply and of love
it is all, looking up
I that for you we both would so inquire.
Along my finger as you do
about that all night long you shout - Others than I hear,
the waves, the moving sea'
Is there left, no place because of you/your loving me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem