Is is beyond being hurt again, by
another, like the other, you knew.
Finally, it took never long enough.
It cannot even feel you, to like her.
When the knife was pulled out, one
tear just looked at you, as you fell.
What is to understand, one wink chill.?
It is just the eye, some storm, again
some drain, one prefers to be blind.
Still who ever you are, It smiles, in you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful as always keep it up akira