With my swollen eyes
When I see and feel to write
Only pain of the past flows ~
The pain of rose reflects through its thorns
Two targets die between my tears
Days and nights passes instills unwanted fears
I see a light at the end of this tunnel
Which keeps me moving
And I am in agreement to my life....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The light...This one goes to my list