Hopping shadows, coldy nights
Bottomless view, imaginary heights
there are many commas in my story
They were written in tears and worry
The walls i built for it are falling apart
Feeling alone but taking the very path
i am the story-teller nobody tells about
Feeling rejected but i have the mapout
It come unawared but i am going on
My slippers are old, i‘'ll drag them home torn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice story. Keeping telling your story. we will read it