If You will appear to me
like a tomorrow,
I'll become the present
that follows you from behind.
I see you far
and I miss you among rays
until the unlucky twilight.
In my twilight you are a fried mirror,
in the darkness that blackens
and burns you.
I understand that I sill miss you among rays
that come from another sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is so beautifully inked. Loved it. Keep going. Nice share.