I found a little Letter,
I unfolded it and read it,
It made me feel better,
I hit my heart more than a little bit...
When i read it,
It was something like this:
Left to your heart,
Even with your memories,
Tough enough to fight,
Tough enough to handle anything,
Everything will be easier for you,
Remember the old times...
I had a liquid on my hands,
I felt my heart dropp a couple notches,
I looked down and noticed it was blood - From the letter,
My face started out in red blotches...
It was a letter that was written in blood,
Then it had hit me,
It was not just any old Letter that was written in blood,
But one from someone I could never ever see...
They are not invisible or see through,
They are not living down here any more,
But that is because he lives up above,
Where i hope one day I will soar...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem