I am viewing maps
and i know of cities
and secret places
of my heart and when i
take you there
you shrug your shoulder
and shake your head
they are what you
think
as places where i
should live
and so we part ways
you fly away from me
and i become an island
without a tree....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great one neighbor, I'm back, stop by.