But I on the other hand.
You on the other side.
where my roots are rich with thee.
Every breath inhaling love,
which seems but for at least for March.
Bushes grow and I to shine each leaf.
The garden is your painted Ahs and ex's lovely O's.
Luxuriously, it pulls I push it far away.
With the unlimited little light I write tonight.
And of the stars, the woods and trees the flowers have.
I walk among'st those, but none of those become more wise.
I leave aware you are aware.
Of when I sleep.
Once there was a time because of me and now you are.
I wish to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow...this seems to be an new era in your poetry..i like it a lot.....read my poetry sometimes dude! ! ! haha