The breeze has not touched me
The heat within has not been cooled
The tears without have not been dried
I sit by the window
On the edge of loneliness
Waiting for your return!
breeze........... come back........... play your duets within the soul.............
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I would like to translate this poem
This is great! Knowing the feeling of waiting can comsume you with every minute you spare.....keep writing!