the cold will make me pray
the cold will make me
lonely in a crowd
the cold is desolate
a friend can only suffer
with me here
the fight is solitary
I wrap my arms
around myself unseen
I whisper to the dark
to light a fire
to bring the sun again
still the wind must blow
and so I shake
and hold to visions now
I close my eyes to see
a palm
a tropic breeze and paradise
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem