You played me in the ground.
And you kicked me far.
I evaporated and dent.
And I left with no air.
You purchased me by big price.
I was gave you hope.
I was gave you my heart.
And you warm up it by fire of stalk.
Mountain started to grow on my way.
When I look a side there is a cliff.
Back of me it is a fire of flame.
I said if I didn't started this way.
by patric ndidzulafhi munyai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem Second stanza needs a bit editing. You gave me. I gave you...