Hitz Margotuak

Clouds filled
they go in the southern wind.
A ray of light
on the path to the sun.
The loyalty
of my shadow is evident.
A lonely being
happy and sad.
I would like to be
the owner of all words of love
until love
becomes a child's game.
Inked words
inserted in a letter,
I send you
a thousand times folded.
Tomorrow as well
I will be here,
tomorrow without
any love for you.
Inked words,
love,
a thousand times folded
inserted in a letter
I send you
adorned with flowers.
Tomorrow as well...