I'm the one they told you about
The giver the sower and master of doubt
I am the one that's stood in the queue
The one you pretend that isn't you
The prayer the slayer
Of someone new
I am the corner you didn't walk round
The echo and silence
Of those in the ground
I am the flame that dreams in the cold
The forgettor of stories
That were never told
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem