When you push me out of sight,
You think of living with fireflies,
Those twinkle in the sky as the stars,
You think of borrowing the light,
From the debt ridden crescent delight,
That changes its waist as it likes,
When you rotate and dance,
Playing with the salted waves,
In the pitch of dark night,
I emerge from the east,
Your feet are always tied,
to my strong heat.
sorry. you can't escape.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem