to whom, who lived deeply inside me...
although, maybe her love to me be vanished...
to whom, who i let her to live in my heart, ,
although, wounds which left in mine...
to whom, who will be the only one in my heart..
even if, when my eyes can`t see her...
to you and to all whom suffer as me in my life..
i gift this whisper...
burn whatever and what else you want, from my body, ,
my tears will put out it..
but be careful, and don`t burn my heart, ,
because you are inside of my heart...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
aw.... how could she when you write such tributes? !