I meet countless everyday;
They fail me now and again.
I retreat.
But my day never dies;
It's like a candle-flame
Playing on my face.
A phoenix takes birth
To fake affinity.
I fail.
As two oceans near crossing
We tend to flow,
But never reach.
My soul is in limbo.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cryptic. Mysterious. Beautiful.