looking for lost love
pale white
the color of the sky
on grounds past bombed
luck was patient
once and twice
then peace comes
love looks upon what was lost
flashy red gloves
maggots on a red apple
no one welcomes this
madness
there is only respect but once
time heals all
time heals all these pain
each one
suffers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem