Why no one will;
others have come
others have gone before
try no one will.
Blurry are fine lines
between,
my world and yours.
Beyond the end
of no return,
no longer can I ask
when even I,
in need you see.
and Dear, 'to whom
it may concern,
like others have before
why no one will.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem