My eyes, shattered by the sea: the colors, the motion.
I whisper:
It is so lonely here.
I was never really a wave.
Waves know how to flow from the moment they are born.
It’s tears now I am learning how to walk.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem, really like it. A great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, An Angel Cries.