In the light...
In the dark...
In the beginning...
In the end...
You used to be my enemy
Now you are my friend
Killing and anger is of mother earth...
Quickly feeling the voices of ended souls...
Jumping freely with joy
Like the childhood of a little boy
The media getting colder and colder
breathing in the polluted air
hard to live in this cold world
Never warm enough to being peaceful
With psyches lying on the earth's chest
Along with her degenerating
Who knows what we'll have for tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem