A long way to go, in the darkness
From the rose tree, a glass on the window
Had the story engraved on the seat
Take me home, if this was a trip to the dark ages
It has to tell within your head, to this tree
Roses adorned in darkness for if there was a light
The black out had to grab within your leach
And invite a hug to my way home
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem