well, antonia
it is a fact of life
the flowers and weeds
alike adore you like you
were the sun in the garden
of eden
the rivers look for you
the mountains like your coming
and leaving
but look antonia
you are still a nobody
you are not the sun
you are still you
and no one knows you here
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem