Fear, love, loss, hope.
Learning where it all comes from,
A journey for one.
For you, for me.
A place to breathe.
Leave.
To even believe.
For even if all we have is one or a hundred,
it makes itself worth being around for.
Worse or better.
Even just the weather,
you'll wish you were here
instead of anywhere
involving nothing.
It all must mean something.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem