As missing the world sent away
I begin beckoning
Missing the world
The boring world came closer one strand by one strand
That one strand and one strand pierce me
I just start to beckon, though
Since I can't hold my heart
I struggle toward that world with trembling heart
Until the whole world is mine
You have to be mine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you choose the right words......you have the linguistic intelligence.. thanks for sharing