Your thinking!
goes back down
old dangerous roads
and avenues of pain
an ocean
of darkness and despair
where old demons
disturb peaceful waters
you come back to
the fountain
and you drink
again
dead dogs
cannot bark
and they
cannot bite you!
but still
your heart
is full of fear
when you walk
where they are buried!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem