Days led into months, then years...scattered thoughts,
brought on sickness, dark places, saved me...Hidden,
safe from that world outside my Hidden Window...
I gathered up many trashes of others treasures, oh,
today... alive, ...safe behind this window, glazed, and
frosted...
Dreaming, once again, feeling once again, remembering
all...of those nights....with or without...what made me...
I've become, the Hidden Window.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bravo this poem is amazing Linda...10