was waiting for you
to come and crash
my trees around me
but you never did
i am grateful you
went somewhere why?
it wasn't first time
that you were describe
to be wild wild beast
but you never exist
i am not sure when
we might not believe
then come to hurt us
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
gentle wind comes and finds me brutal in stormy night of mind and then intact earth with injured existence! //// nice