The last memory,
I had,
was my dad,
telling me, he's dead.
I looked at him,
I could barely see his face,
Cause the light was to dim,
I tryed to serch his face, but there was no trace.
That night i fought against my tears,
Knowing that my fears,
Have been unleashed,
And wouldn'y be retreaved.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem