Eyes as dark blue as the winter sky,
a gentle breeze and the promise of
tomorrow are all I ever knew of love.
The path long, the game short and
now alone I stand with no defense
shivering in the icy cold. Lost in a
valley of memories and dreams, I
am amazed that among all the
daemons I see, none seem to
resemble me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem