drift
when the shadows fall apart
find
the last of all the pieces of heart
faith
still intact to the depth
and wait
for something to be done
hide
till the faces don't see
cry
till the eyes don't bleed
quiet
so the world mustn't hear
and wait
for something to be done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful! May I add: Write When there is something to vent.