The effect of day when it still matters
and profound the night for the people.
Going up against dusk fighting the dawn's
face the wind when it comes.
Faster than sight mind out of body is fear
knowing as you run standing still.
In front of me mother and you dad has saved
whatever the your head, soul and face.
Nothing I said,
and when if it still nothing else matters.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem