I'm so happy with your poem, even if written in characters I cannot understand!
It looks very very pretty. I won't translate it... Not yet.
Like a letter that you know has been sent, but did not arrive yet... Like a gift you cannot open yet, but you see every day, sitting at her desk... Like the radiance of a star you know already so well... (that light exists, it just did not have the time to cross the universe).
Well... not yet. But it will.
Time lags... But guess what... my love does not.
Thank you.
Sándalo Naranja
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