such a look stare butcher my flesh,
tainted with
anger and smash my skin
like splashes water falls of blood
scattered on the grass of pain
oh pond of horror, lighted with
fear, can it be the end
of every beginning
the foot
print of hope; where you can feel
the boredom of fate
come and lies with me
and suck of what is the whole self
of freedom
for I will never be the
same again when the first time
we meet, for I will always be in your
side forever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem