i see you now.
now more than ever.
i see you.
and your true colors.
to walk amongst the moonlight while those colors glow.
but ive gone too far.
and my pace too slow.
i can reach for the stars and once grasped my hand burns.
like a vision of hope in a wasteland once home.
leave me to my thoughts.
my throne of thorns.
like a colorless pedal off the blooming rose
the drip of blood on your fingers.
the essence of life.
she claims you.
raised you as your own.
and taught you that love.
is a vision of home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem