Will I be somber?
Will your skin be smooth,
and silky as I think?
Will the nights last long,
and the moon be full?
Will you look at skies
as each your own?
Would you take my hand,
and with me roam?
Will your body quiver,
and then still?
Will our children rise
like giants from the sand?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem