First

Rose

She’s growing,

let her time.

Speak to her,

spend time.

The pullulation will bud,

step by step.

Don’t forget her watering,

or she will fade away.

Give her enough sun and space,

accept her in any case.

You will feel happiness,

all your life.

 - THE LOVE -

-dirty old town-

I met my love, by the gasworks wall.

Dreamed a dream, by the old cannal.

I kissed my girl, by the factory wall.

- dirty old town-

I heard a sign, from the docks.

Saw a train, set the night on fire.

I smelled the spring in a smoky wind

- dirty old town-

- dirty old town-

-one day-

 I go out,
the heaven is grey.
I breathe in and out, 
cannot be quiet,
just only scream.
I walk along the river,
and try to get on with it,
it is how it is,
try to get on with it,
- unhand!
 
The thoughts hold on,
the numbers in my mind put me over the edge.
Nobody is interested in,
C'mon tell me something.
I reconsider how it could be,
how I can leave this situation.
And one day, when I am out of that,
- I won!
 
Daily, I am in rage,
it's only the patience in me.
I have been often devastated,
I pray
hope God speaks to me.
The angels are back again,
- give me accompany this time
- they give me strength
And I clearly know,
one day I laughing about!
 
 

p.s. thank you for reading. 

      translation of a poem written by me.

      take care...