Finally my sea is green

How much sweet the air is or sea green ... from time to time be I lock myself in my room maybe I could not pierce my dreams; my thoughts turn into sepulchre ... however, creation ... is hanging on my breath is it because of my age? no happiness can not compensate the death nothing can conquer the bitter taste in my heart my love for you is a vast garden of flowers and broader than the galaxy in the night every moment, the hours are catching the restless sea, every morning, I am sending smiling lights onto the seven hills so many years with this sweet grace now with our aging face, should carry on loving with the child who lives in us by offering the love from the top of the world, in to the minds with the Sile cloth then the eyes which are gazing mysteriously full of love will see Finally my sea is green I will be arriving soon. Gunsel Djemal 3/6/2010 London