Treasures, the memories by the
sea, the things that should forever
be. Having nothing but the
dream I often wonder why I walk
alone when I could be free. The
chance to love has left me with
nothing that I can claim as true.
Longing for more than the
passions of the night, I now in
this verse lament. Trying to see,
I bow my head and find mercy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem