i've been here mumbling my brains out
waiting for that kid who promise to fly
i almost round the corner of my mind
she probably got caught in long line
waves is keeping me company; yes
crushing sound is like breaking water
yes, it could be that sound that bring us
to this shore subliminally; we want to hear
warm water turning cold and we cry to new
new world of brightness; we are born again
every-time we dive into that oncoming waves
those who are afraid; maybe from open wound
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem