I am there but I am not there. I don't see but I roam the earth. My heart is as cold as ice and when I try to find something to warm it up, I am left in the dark to be buried. And the more I try to unbury myself I am packed in even deeper. Then when I think there is no more hope, something what seems to be an angel comes and pulls me out. Now my heart is warm and I am happy and alive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem