These adobe walls hold
all of yesterday inside.
It is all just dust and
empty tears.
The ghosts that
hide in the corners
call out your name.
Slowly the death of
it all is driving me insane.
You haunt all my memories
that try to fade with
this adobe dream, but
slowly it is eroding beneath
the ocean of darkness
that you left behind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem