Your insidious hopes
Shone like a beacon
Like a star about to die
So I took to the air like Raven
With a sprig of mistletoe, about to cry
When you bawled like a lost cub
Lost in the wilderness
Return, return, return from the shadows
I've been misled
And now I've honestly turned over another page.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem