wheres the spark in life
if one cant be felt
how do we dream
if theres no hope left inside
how do we speak
if words cant picture what we mean
how do see
when saddness darkens the sky
why listen
when a look can says it all
why take chance
when we are already falling
so somebody tell me, what the point?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem