Stars, I watch them
They call me as I call
Waiting to be returned
Finished with this world
Ready to move on to another,
a better one
Where fear is as common as hatred,
nonexistent
Where love is as common
As the stars that call me,
everywhere
I wonder if they'll come to me,
or if I ever have to come to them
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice piece, in lines 6,8 and 11, if you move these in a space and dropp the capital letters it would emphasise the sense of the run-on line, and the way that they can seem to slow.