The mask is on;
my identity hidden.
Mountains cover my
happiness,
fleshy and death ridden.
The submarine has descended
its radar bleeps no more,
I feel it's emotion, confused
in a submissive existence,
but i am not alone.
I long for love.
It is all that I require.
That special type of love
unique like a gliding dove.
My flower shall
bloom.
My heart will be accepted.
'Your time will come' they say,
but when? Is it my
dying day?
I shall wait.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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