With your love
My mornings bloom
and deny the fake shadows.
Your damasked causes
the perpetual affinity
and keeps the blue
I had something to say,
between the said and the unsaid,
But I forgot my birth and death.
With me you had been, are, and will be
And the abstract mirror reflects your presence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem