I remember the day you
walked toward me. The day I
heard the song. I had no idea
of life and or what it was to
be free. The light the
dreams, and the sound of
everything in-between.
In control of nothing, believing
the vision of fear. The
apparition, shadowy figures
of yesterday foretelling pain that
never seemed to be real.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love the meaning behind. good meeting between you.