in the middle of the night
in darkness
sometimes do I remember
the seaside I haven't been to for some years
the smell of the sea breeze
the sound of the ocean
at the end of which
merges the sky and the water
and the sunbeam
where my lonesome dreams
stand at a loss
what to dream
and whom to weep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem