I sit in silence,
Crossed legs
Gazing at my lonely wall
Thinking-
My love has fallen,
It bleeds and crawls
And I stand afar
Turning my back
No blood I should see
Death cured the disease.
A moment
Without reason,
Gaze deeper and I would know
In the wall lies nothing
But hollow wires
And dead concrete,
Must be stared
Long by a hollow
Dead soul
Like me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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