Accepting distance my eternal sentence,
cursed life of loneliness and betrayal.
The bittersweet solitude where I'm free to fly and fall.
The joy of hope, creating fun to camouflage sorrow
for the truth is painful as staring at the midday sun
I will stare at the setting sun and smugly mock it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
and....its true..Patch Work.