Sitting down alone on my wooden chair
staring down at my buckling pair
i cried many drops of golden tears
my greatest surprise, my holic fears
of how people are- stumbling blocks
so i make myself a silencial vow to keep the locks
on many people i safegaurded my trust
only to get my locks all turn'd to rust
i prefer to stay alone, but i'm not a loner
altho' leftalone, you'll know me sooner or later
i pray to be silence
than talk and commit violence
it's my splendid lostiquay vow
i therefore take a humble bow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ayaka, ka iso wed nwed o. Nice piece.