Didn't I tell you there wouldn't
Be any way
For me to go home
This Christmas Day...
Home was in crystal, windows
Celesty...colors all bright...
Chandeliers glittering,
I have to take a breath...
Memories in color...
Tears in faded grey...
I want my home...
The colors?
My home...what cost....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nostalgic and pathetic...