Maybe it's fitting for me
to stay with the rain,
when you are gone,
I still do not dare
to move my hand.
I'm afraid.
I'm afraid that your ship might return
one day
and you'd not find me there.
Destroying the world, is too easy.
Your heart is more of a challenge.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
more of a challenge, good poem, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.