I lost my needle into the long grass
The one that held pieces of my heart together
The one that never poked to hurt
I keep looking every day
But the grass keeps growing longer and longer
Now the pieces of my heart are apart
And all i have is a thread
How do I join the pieces without my needle?
Where do I find my needle?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I keep looking every day! ! Thanks for sharing.