'My muscles ache with the cold that cuts them.
Barefoot, but still I manage to walk.
My tears scattered along the miles behind me.
Rain hits hard and my eyes sting.
It's not dark, it's completely black.
I yell, but my words are stolen by the wind.
I just need you once more.
But my legs now lay shattered,
and I forget what I'm searching for.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem