i once wrote a poem for you
and then you were gone
no trace. no whisper. no cue.
no clue.
you worship the sun
always. always.
i am the moon
and tonight i always wait for you
my golden sheen
and my hundred stars are looking for you
when you have finally arrived
you are dead sunflower goddess
i bleed light
and so are the stars
they twinkle nothing but
signals of sadness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem