The world grew on my fingertips, I had it all and willed it away. It made its own impression on me, and I found the strength to move hearts and abuse hope. There was a rush in building to watch fall, but in the end, with all the power i had and all of the good i had done, the only thing that really fell...was me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem