Please don’t allow me to speak.
Gather all your fantasies about me
keep them on my body.
If they fly i’ll also fly with them.
Then you’ll see how I can be a tree
all my branches will move with you
you’ll be stuck to my leaves
the fragrnance of the roots of the soil is actually mine
you’ll be able to understand, wet by love for long
you’ll be that boy of mine
whom I want daily.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem