Dreams change, people walk away.
Night turns into day.
Shadows cover the ground,
now you're bound
to a never ending story.
And there's no time.....to be sorry.
And you never really know
where to go - from here
hurry. Before you disappear.
Before life catches up with you.
Before no one wants to attend to
a broken soul, an empty whole.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem