the night eats out the day
I light a cigar, the one that cant light me up
When i m so dark..
that s it, green cant live at nights
where is the sun?
she has left us
so lonely we are...
here in jungle
my leaf is out of life
I only preserved one, during the nights
and it would be my starfish
under the ocean of jungles
but, who can survive jungles above the oceans
....?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem