the time has come
to tell her
that she is hurting me
she didn't know
and when she knows finally
she offers her hands of silence
she wants to go for a while
and know some more what has been wrong
with her
when she comes back i am ready for
all the consequences of my
words
the doors are open and so are the windows
the world is too beautiful to welcome me again
to her place
i do not care anymore if it rains
when the right time also for her to decide
my shoes are ready and it is rocking itself to
a new beat
i like to dance but i still
have a little restraint
respect is still there sticking like a moss
which will still miss the wetness of the stones
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem