She has come back
In the moment of uncertainty,
Almost given me a mental crack;
And I've started testing my loyalty.
I almost died--she wasn't there,
Now, all fine and she is here;
I'll never tell her how it has been
And things which she's never seen.
How much I've missed her
Will never be told;
She will get proudly unfair
And leave me on the road.
No--no--no, I don't want it,
Can't take it---she haunts my wit;
But why does the wind twerk
Because she has come back?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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The poem illustrates beautifully the pain of losing and the sudden joy of regaining what was lost.
Perfectly interpreted.