Rolling in and out of where flowers wilt.
The weight of grief in this wilderness,
remembers there is always such beauty
that is about to vanish.
And i was thinking of tomorrow,
and how i could pin my hope there.
But i have only one wish of this strength,
and my love is fading but where does it signal me to go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem