Chard images, justify I was someone
Stardust in an urn not only bones to you.
With no more; grey sells to spell-cast
A word oh let me sojourn,
I shall not be spent, if you leave me.
I shall at once again be upturned
I'll find a form that holds a choirs chorus…
I'll find away, some way, back…
As if, no time had ever elapsed
Too sing to you only.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem