Be with me
in this zone of pain.
My poems was walking
through me.
The flute I broke,
in the river of silence.
Someone was whispering
to me in sleep.
Why this desire of awakening
in darkness,
when light was waiting
at the window?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice but i feel a tint of pain in your words. take care and be happy.