i see you walking on the snowy land
alone
there is no shining sun
the paths too slippery
for your asian
feet
you feel the world is too narrow for you
and you do not fit
like thread
to the eye of the needle
you have cried
more than many times that your fingers
can no longer count them
you have put too much
salt
on the snow
the air is dry and everything
is humid
there are no leaves on the trees
no birds singing
on this harsh foreign land
you are still
alone
on a broken heart you shall thrive
on broken wings you shall try
to fly away again
but for how long
my friend?
my friend do not be lonely
your home is waiting
warmer
the sun is always there
to caress your cold skin
and the moon at night
awaits you
for some more poems
that i make
to appease the
anger in your heart
come home my friend
they have been waiting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem