a long and endless
way to somewhere
away from the mess
to a place of beauty
the broken cracks
only show the pain
i've lived traveled
and survived through
the limbs and leaves
are my only friends
whispering sweet
nothings around me
then they'd stop
for a few months
and all grows cold
and leaves me
in the dark
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem