Your poisoned arrow goes through my thoughts
And my fears are lined up I feel you close
Our life is like a breath
Like a cloud pass and disappear
We wait for the day marked with death
It might be near, lining constant fears
My mouth will say it loud
A wind unleashed will sound
In the dark is where I found
That it's everything I can surround
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent writing. Bianca Thank you for sharing Mario Odekerken