The sun will flood the thoughts of mine
And take them far away
The daylight brings the mask I wear
To strengthen title prey
A predator becomes of me
With the rising of pure hope
To shield the things I wish to hide
So no one knows my cope
Your face of mirrored remnants
Of what you used to be
Reflects those things of my within
So everyone can see
Through you and I and everyone
One vision comes quite clear
The need to be a humanist
Once seemed so so so near...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
your talent is making me quite jealous. another great poem.10.