Sometimes I see the broken sketches
We're going to make a difference
The full moon we saw once
These empty feelings strongly melt
The bay's lights were like stardust
When you threatens me
With your off pitch trumpet
It was a present from Heaven
Turning darkness into kindness
Your happiness into strength
(dedicated to a great poet, Roberta Hill Whiteman)
The broken sketches are made up by expressing the inner feelingsa in this poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Feelings can be changed around