Why do you sleep?
I’m tired.
You must be old?
As old as the hills.
The hills?
The hills of home.
And where is home?
My home is in my heart
And when my heart is broken,
I wander homeless
Through the passages of night,
Screaming to keep myself awake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this..so deep in meaning Mel