if once i fell down
from this bloody skyscraper
to become a human
then probably
i could make a kind of reverse?
i would fall down
from it again
to become an angel!
this place is
a lonely desert without her.
and there is no need
in this body any more
thought he
sitting on the roof
of the forty-fourth floor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is kind of entrancing. I think many have had thoughts exactly as this- though I believe we are here for a reason and somebody needs us- though it may no longer be the someone we preferred to have needing us..beautiful.