Drifting amoung the scattered lights
The scattered nights
The wind carries the silent cry
A howl to the moon
Can I do what you do?
Recycled and frozen
A world lies in the midst of
Breaking and repairing
Of mending and tearing
And we lie in the center
Can I do what you do?
we lie in the center, good write, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And we lie in the center Can I do what you do? The answer lies in the question, perhaps!