Whose heart cries
Is my Heart, to me she is not to me
For being close don't ever closer
I know and have known.
Little caravan left,
Not to pay worth the wait;
Light and shadow
While on the side,
You just go with stone time to scarce way
In a fairy tale night.
How I can be tranquil?
How long is supposed to be alone?
How Much I should cry?
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem