i'm lingering in the dark
waiting for light, waiting for you.
the minutes feel like hours and the hours feel like days.
i'm not alone, i can ear the cries of
men and women in this place.
they cry for their lovers.
can you hear me crying?
it has been years and i've become
a part of this place, it feels like home.
home is where your heart is
and mine is in darkness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem