my hopeless night will tell my life
and my fearless joy treat me first
see me now as a useless poet
writing for the payfull creation
sitting alone and writing muself
do you know anything else
i feel again and again my life is behind
little rain fall and stole my pain
starting from first my hopeless night
crazy thing next my life
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem