Why I always want to drag your attention
And think that if I didn't drag your attention
I will be drawn among the crowded
And little by little vanish
And you will not recognize me no more.
Why always have doubt...
Even now not to extreme as before...
I really don't know...
Maybe I have too much worry in mine
That I would be alone..,
And none will cares of me in the end...
Or maybe that's my faith
As tiny blossom in the great of savannah? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem