It’s the same beach, same gravels of sand
I am here; the moon and stars have arrived
At the edge of restless sea, Restless I stand
Waiting once again to hold your hand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Aww... this is really nice, Seema. It creates this amazing image that just made me think about it for such a long time. Thank you for sharing it.