Now that my spirits gone,
and my eagle has flown,
into a world as cold as ice,
the air, just hurts my eyes.
why has everything I've built,
need to wither and wilt,
now I need to now,
should I leave lifes show?
Please help me, I'm lost, I can't find my way home - everywhere I turn I find nowhere is home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My home is the soil I am stepping on, solid ground and the roof is the open sky! I felt like you before (A TASTE OF LONELINESS) and since I defined my boundaries I found home where caged is my soul...10+++keep it up!