This world where I breathe
where I grew to strength and now wane
where I learnt about the big bad wolves
and all the bodies that twinkle far away
I learnt that love is not love if it is possession
and possessions are not for very long
Love lingers on the surface of the world
after we are gone.
This world of wolves stars possession and love!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem