Watch me weave
Through the killer breeze
Rain spattered head
And Freezing feet
Pacing the December pavements
Watching the warmth behind the windows
Neon blurring crystal shards
Of comfort and joy
Shrapnel of memories
Stuck in the heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A heart full of shrapnel rings true here too.