I see the road that bend in the wood
that path seems so good
but only where the bend ends.
I sees those roses
but at the elbow of her hands
the point where her hands ends.
With her voice
i thought i was the only one
little wonder, there are other vices.
My eyes have seen
though it took so long
indeed, i am not the one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem