I look through the cracked door to the garden so unclear
could hell lie in that eden where my dreams so often wander
could peace be only a gradient fading away to war and jelousy
so promising by appearance yet my gut clenches tight
because things that at first look so appealing
just never seem to turn out right
never will i roam through the garden with you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem