this meeting will be brief
like twilight we will talk agree on departures of
hands waving in the port the ship blows a big sound
the ears of the shorelines are
deafened
you are going away for
good like twilight
on that ship
all your promising mornings are taken away
take the noontimes then for your survival and evenings too,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem