Weakness drowning in the camouflage of a tiger,
I do not know how I will wake up again,
With the traffic going over the overpasses, and the
Waves seeping up the sands- it does not feel
As if I have to wake up again, but in the morning
Airplanes will fly like silver knights into the sky:
And like them, I will will myself to want to
Wake up again, to see her sky, to see her in the sky
Again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem