What happens
when you runaway,
what do you become
a cold, cruel murderer
with eyes facing fear,
turning against yourself
with one purpose.
Such petty creatures
we humans are.
I’d like to sit down
my face unwashed,
view of my childhood.
In section of
love being complete
I takeaway anyones right over me
only then
I fall in love completely.
I’d like to stay.
Now everything’s changed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i could relate. childhood laughter in dawn field