There is a rope
Weaving though earth like a braded ember
Hold on and wait
Watch how is welts
Blade after blade
Chipping thourgh a soul
Fear slicing away
With the blade of ice
You dangle on the thread
Untill someone cuts it lose
You fall to your death
No sorrow breaks the shell
Held in there gaze
Becuse to kill somone
You have to mean it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
emotion.. finely written i should say and you really mean it keep up the good work friend -mel