Amidst files papers and works
You touch down on my thoughts
A pain sweeps through
Of memories of long lost years.
When I await the sleep
To land on my eyes
Your arrival transmutes into dream
A pearl from which drops down
to rest on my pillow…
Your face bathes in full moon,
Ma, you were gone too soon!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem