where are you
are you listening?
my words are crying
thought they are ugly
but my heart is pious
you left me in middle
but you may remember
the nights we used to make love
into the arms of darkness
with lips touching lips all time
we may be strangers now
but once a time were there
when the whole world were like
strangers for both of us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem