With the approaching first light
The remnants of the dark night
Flees with its spoils
But her smell lingers
In my tongue
All through the fabric of my being
Her touch like dew drops
Excites my skin
I rush a thousand miles
Skyward
A flicker of tear
A chime of happiness
Her roots trenched in mine
All through eternity
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I rush a thousand miles Skyward// live enjoyed the feeling very ecstatically