Ah, this was my
salvation. I am giving away a part
of my brain to you. The others are bruised.
The affair will not
survive in the patronage of care and giving
the heart. I sit and talk to my pain.
My shadow, don't
walk with me. I don't need to build
milestones. I have to move eternally.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem