I’m trying to understand
All that I’ve become
That everything I touch is mine
But only for a time
Given back to one or none to me
Life I’ve made not clear to see
I’m trying to understand
All that I’ve become
That everything I touch is mine
But only for a time
Given back to me by none or one
Dreams with tears that greet the sun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem