All my life I have be alone love is but a fragile echo thru the cracks in the wall.A simple life I live plan as white paper the sun folds in my shadow.I build stones and rocks around my circle.Call me timid a little bit scared of the outside box.One word would sum up the definition of who I am.Walking to work with no emotion just staring at the concrete as the ants walk beside.Nature is a true friend it may change colors but it never leave.Day and night the same lonely since the begining of my time there no crime in being alone.This is me and I might die alone know one knows me.Ashes with the wind I want to go quietly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love it! ~Autumn~