my world is uprooted
taken by force of
nature and ripped from
earth and skin
leaving, always leaving 
a gaping wound, 
an open mouth
screaming for a 
homecoming
screaming for 
banners and balloons
and yellow ribbons 
tied around your branches                
Your world is that of a warm personality, tender in thought and of abounding talent regards Chris 10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
the last line suddenly makes u think differently from the main subject, , making it larger than what appears, , nice write