To be in my heart,
Let it go off your spot.
Things that make me pale,
cannot bake a fairy tale.
Together we sowed the grains,
But all alone I reap the sprains.
Peeling out from the chords of my brain,
Altogether puts me in a feel of strain.
I feel pushed to live in lonely,
And I want to die insanely.
Should I stone myself into the stream?
So that I can evenly cherish my dreams.
But you are still alive deep in my heart,
Looking as good as a unused dart.
Let me now start to breathe,
So that you can forever retreat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem