The sun fell behind the hill now the night will be long.
Letting go isn't wrong although it won't feel right, by now it looks like a fight.
The path had two roads, I must go to left although it's not without sorrow.
You will be climbing a tree and exploring it's branches only taking chances you need to.
Sometimes I am like the weather I exhale and the damage is done.
I just sent out a Dove with a tear drop!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem