My life is racing with time
I'm running
beyond the boundaries of this world
behind the turn
of love and death
On the walk I wobble like willows
crying in the abandoned park
nature blows up with colours
It's free like a wind
Men come and go
In an empty house everyone is a stranger
I don't want to run without You
I turn
into the tunnel
without exit
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem On the walk I wobble like willows crying in the abandoned park /// lonely life, yet, a brave breath keeps it alive as the deserted fellow