My source of poetry is you
And my abode is you
I am with you
With my body and mind.
O my dear
I am your fragment
And I know this land
Is not mine
I am a foreigner here.
My roaming
My going astray
Will come to an end
When I reached you.
O my dear
You are there
Where you are
With full light
I am only in dark
Going to you.
My poetry is with me
And the source is you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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