Here I am,
don't know what to do.
Again,
just me and reality,
hope,
caught up in definition.
Twigs left in air,
touch for the first time.
This,
just a happening,
one and one,
together.
Here I stand,
don't know what to do.
Again,
just me and the real,
future,
caught in definition.
The twigs in air,
we touch for the first time.
Thus,
a happening,
her hand and mine,
together.
This is ware I stand.
Things are just,
simply meant to be
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem