this is the Far East
no one hugs anybody.
in these islands
the sun shines with all warmth
the moon glows perfectly on our skin
this is my place
no one needs a hug.
this is my healthy world.
hug is not a pretension.
hug is not needed.
there is warmth in every grass
at night
with my beloved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem