When you are done,
Let me know;
for I am still there
To walk you there
to the end
to pick up and repack hearts as you break and
go,
to never fall even when broken,
to count on urge
as age standstill
to heal from times
when they mercilessly and uncaringly live themselves
of things falling apart,
to soak in rains and never regret
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem