I live in an alien world, strange waters left over from a midnight rain,
dead and broken leaves, scattered as foliage to fill my hollowed heart
absent tears stream down my skin, like butterflys snared in a web of sadness,
knowing and praying for its aggonising fate
Pain intoxicating, purging its treasured feelings.
But change takes place, the butterfly is freed from its shackles of torment,
he dances about the clouds, honouring those who free it
this alien world, filled with strange, delicious waters and fresh leaves falling from the sky
a second chance at life, blossoming with reknewed essence
and happiness clings the air like the morning dew on the grass
this is my alien world, one that i never want to leave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Man this is fantastic I hope you keep writing Peter you are the real deal 10