want to believe you
And staying there waiting you
But waiting you is too hard
And it’s consuming my heart
And all the flesh and my blood
The flow in my time is frozen
And sun had departed and ran
Like a ghost
And whirl of night
Is telling me a lot
To stop believing you
But still in my heart
a slot
a hope
That you will come
To make the grief this grey time of me
green at last
bloom in my heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
as long as there is hope it can happen. nice write