Deeds of the unknown; ready to strike our unconscious souls...
Even thoughts of ones we've loved; they are like burning coals...
Anything we've thought of as leaving the place we call 'home'...
Thoughts of running away; thoughts of just being alone...
Happiness should not be taken lightly; for it is not forever...
Death, so far as we know, is...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem