The Breath coming in coming out
The Heart beating up and down
The Tears flowing on the sweaty peak
Lying on the way of
Nothing is important for me
Longing on the way of
Hope is everything for me
Still hollowing!
Whenever nothing is waiting for me
Ending of the world
Seeing darkness in the colorful life
Flying on the moody cloud
Pointing into the death
But with a meaning
When the heartbeats are thundering
The rain rarely comes
The disaster of the heart
One thing begging, one thing climbing for
A touch of a needle on the flashy dream
Black holing of an eye?
A needy
A piece of the hallowing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem