Adrift in the middle of the sea somewhere
Far from the madding crowd and the city lights
And when you are ripped apart and your skinned heart is not healing
It is hard to see if life has any meaning
As the hands of time keep spinning and the chaos shows no sign of receding
I dreamt of the purity in a child’s eyes and took refuge in the starry night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem