I wonder if we'll find each other at the 100th story of the cylinder
And play through the glass walls.
'Kayla's laugh is so distinctive.'
In my eyes sHe was like superman.
Finally I said my goodbyes
And walked away,
So much the better for it.
She really could fly.
I knew because I saw everything;
The sunsong spilled into the hood of her jacket, No, wait,
Her sunbrown hair flew like a song...
Then Hero was just in a strong rangy gray t-shirt
And big brown eyes.
And I envieD her so much.
I don't know what the song meant
But in the end the notes were softly saying
'She was my rock,
She was my safety.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem