My eyes are empty with your dreadful light,
They are just scared by your silent voice.
Your mind is closed, for my thoughts it is tight.
But I can say you should decide your choice.
My way is long and difficult could be.
You are alone with broken muggy past.
You are a slave but being almost free,
My way is full of changes, it`s not fast.
We`re looking now the happiness in life,
But it`s illusive if you nothing say,
I have a dream, you have a sharp knife
To kill your gloom… And in my mind to stay…
My path is still a big decisive task,
For me it means to keep my fate in hands,
For you it is to angels talker mask,
Now we`re alive and have become the friends.
''I have a dream, you have a sharp knife To kill your gloom… And in my mind to stay…'' the heart of the poem... i understand what is meant to understand in the poem...nice one, very good.. like it...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
now we're alive and ahve become the friends. nice