As the wind blows I feel my heart drifting into places I'll never know.
This dark night brings clearness to the trees and everyone feels the same.
But the stars cannot hide; like these raindrops that cannot be ignored
Love so pure/ the deepest love has you on your knees like a child asking for forgiveness.
On a Sunday morning/ surrendering, hoping there is a witness to prove all that had been done.
No changes but the seasons/ so late on a winter holiday, I share my goodbyes with the moon
Why do we break if we know we will be fixed again/ why do we keep breaking if we know we have to tape ourselves again
If the finish line is so near why is there much fear/
I rest my case, today has been a bad heartache.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem