A cold night, aggressive winds flowing through the air. Whispers coming upon the winds, a teenage girl that wishes she was free, blinded by a bright light that seems to never go away, tiny rivers of confusion flowing down her face as she stood up. Looking into eyes of pain & suffering, noticing ' You're just like me'. Blinded by the same love that can be. As she closed her eyes, hoping this was reality by discovering it was only a dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem