Can I reach you with my ruined right hand,
A bundle nerves and muscles, twisted and tangled
Like strands of dysfunctioning wire.
I don't mean to scare you off.
I just want to hold you
With something weak and tenuous.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
For a secong i was mislead by the title... ;) But this poem seems to be very toucjing..obviously you're stating that you are a hard worker right? 45 poems? ! ? ! ? ! lol keep up the good work! <3 Tori