only still...
still nothing to me just, a tears and a memories,
still nothing, only an extinguished candles,
and a roses, which it weary a waiting..
even i lost all, and became witout identity,
and unknown in a country lovers..
lost in a roads, perished me a walk,
and ate me your fire leaving,
and shed tears, untill a tears left me too...
become a pallid, stranger in this colors and happness life,
become a beloved to a grief and darkness, ,
companion to a sadness and pains...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem