The last day we clashed like tidal waves
Couldn’t quite figure out the frequency
My minds eye is constantly staring off into the dark night sky
Do you think of me? Hello...can you hear me through the chaos?
Forgive me for not what I did;
But for what I did not do.
The blossoming beauty of the white lilly:
Reminds me of the purity you carry with maturity
But like the tidal wave this too has an end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem