Approching the colded floor, 
as im laing here.
lights are flikering 
time is awaiting
what am i doning as i lay here
awakening sounds of crys
for they are tears of happiness 
and joy.
They fall amongst the silvery 
pale eys
im shaken with shivers down my 
spine
as I have to ask myself 
what im doing
laying here, let myself cry.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    