Tolerance is the light
with which I see.
Exposing folly and fact
as I sit naked.
The mirror of compassion
shows me nothing.
So I shall look again but
with different eyes.
With just one look I want
to be understood.
‘Cause every word I know
is not who I am.
Hallucinations perform
their task with ease.
But we only know love
when we feel it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem