Am i here
or am i there.
A wind swept beach
or the open air.
Dark and cold
snow and ice.
The repper calls
death the price.
Am i here
or there again.
A wind swept beach
or an open plane..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely work, Roy. Your work has music. I like this one very much. Kind regards, Sandra