The moons alive,
But i am dead.
All of this confusion,
Whirring in my head.
Walking home,
Melancholy stroll.
Moonlight silhouettes of trees,
All on the way to my end goal.
Because my brain is buzzing,
A million memories replaying on the way.
But ill just carry on my walk,
Down that dark country lane.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem