The moonlight soaked the dashboard,
my soul embraced it's presents.
I turned my head to the side,
so my tears were hardly visible.
All these images running through my mind.
Everything I've done...
What have I done now?
Why is my heart racing...
I dug my finger tips into my leg,
distract me.
He reached out his hand, and I took it.
I feel my spine puncturing my lungs.
My hands feel useless,
my legs became numb.
All I can do now,
is smile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Unusal, mysterious, intersting - a poem to to and re-read