Blame me lazy
You sleep well
when others are at work
and blame me lazy.
You work not
and spend time
and open your pages.
Light passes your eyes
And closes your the pages
as well as mind.
No body to care
And ask questions'
part by part
and weep in darkness.
Dora are open
to say fare well
and to close the door
Against whom loved so far.
Where is love?
where is lust?
where is trust?
when you burst in anger?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Doors are open to say farewell and to close the door Against whom loved so far- - - - the lines are very heart touching.