The shakes in its own misery
The Sun cracks in its own mastery
what am i to do?
Legends struggle though this landscape of mystery
lets have a change if scene.
Where shall i go?
I see nothing anywhere
my eyes are not blind
there is nothing to see.
Rose colours seep away.
Trees bark crumbles
Rain dries up.
Let me get out of this deserted house of souls.
please, let my escape be you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem