Are we forgotten like this, so easily;
maybe all the pathways of the world were ignorant,
or was it me? unaware of the currents and currencies?
But, a half defeat leaves such a bad taste in my heart.
When the thorns smiled, I had my whole forest,
my woods started to grin, thorns have loved me so much.
A black cat has been roaming in the room,
and its considered a bad omen,
its not one if its the only creature one has.
meanings change with what we are forced to reap.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem