i am calling from under the hedge,
i wait beneath the hedge,
i shiver beneath the hedge,
listening, hoping, for an answer.
there is no voice left,
i am the only one along the green bush,
the only one anywhere,
because no one answers,
and no one comes.
the silence is back,
there has been a silence before,
in my lifetime,
but i have never been seperated,
and it is said that the seperated,
are lost.
And now,
I,
am a Seperated.
I am lost beneath the hedge.
Come reader, come, come and find me...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
emo! ! ! ! ! ! ! j.k......not to shabby....kind of emo, but still.....not to shabby