While the blistering wind and glaring thunder
gobble up to smash my bleeding heart
I stood still.
While the rumbling shadows of denial
Impede the vision of my senses
I never retire.
While the clanging voices of deceptions
Divide the vision my judgement
I never give up
for I know you better
like the morning after
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem