These Places, I Know So Well
I’ve Been Walking Here Since I Was A Child
I Talked To Trees And To Sand
They Considered Me As Their Friend
I Kept Loving Them, Believing
That They Will Return For My Love
And They’d Done What They Promised
Never Ever Cheated For What I’ve Gave
I Sway Their Parts And For That
Something Grew Up Along That Mushroom
I Waited To See What Actually It Is
Later I Found, Was Just A New Tree
Fading All These Memories Inside
The Black Carpet Wound On My Skin
Is The Most Irritating Thing
But I’m Happy With What I’ve Got
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem