Didn't stay with me..
But your voice and echo. (alas) !
One hundred road and my lips,
Never chant but,
'Come back to me.'
Never answered _
in horizon, but, echo!
Ah, I satisfied with,
purl in my chest.
Ah nothing in my poems
but, torment growls, and tears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem