Approching the colded floor,
as im laing here.
lights are flikering
time is awaiting
what am i doning as i lay here
awakening sounds of crys
for they are tears of happiness
and joy.
They fall amongst the silvery
pale eys
im shaken with shivers down my
spine
as I have to ask myself
what im doing
laying here, let myself cry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem