Lost in a sea of heads..
am I the one you pull out..
dragging the wings of a lie...
yellows the color of your sky...
and you came to cry....
lost is the longer year...
Gold the brown neck is dear...
it stays around which ear....
lobe of viola held clear....
music is sad...
and you held my head up...as felt....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem