She walked me through
far-flung fields
and ghostly valleys
until we arrived
to the gates of hell,
she stood there
gave me a flinch stare
and with no intention
of passing
those flamed barriers,
she offered me
her black cape
and shoved me in.
Myself and I
are very different people.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem so much. Wonderful