I can write only about
This poem
I can read about what the
Moments write on behalf
Poems all about me, it writes
I can write how to see the journey
In odd or even passed by me
I remember, I didn't run away
Or killed me anyway
Though thoughts knocked often
Then I allowed me to sing
Sad songs to the stars
Sitting in the late night from
Far slowly someday those became
Songs of joy in my heart
I danced on edge of swords
Then wake up for writing how the
Ceremony was memorable between
stars in the skies and me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem