This is how to deal with feelings,
take it and demolish the person unknown.
Can this make it understood?
For some there is only the empty unknown.
Judge it, change it, make it your own,
and pretend to see the heart beneath,
unless I bequeath, the meaning stays open.
In this revealing that it has not flown.
Chasing a dream or a memory,
a feeling, desire to be something more.
Just a small, simple choice that waits to be made,
is all that it takes to open the door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem