Deep down my psyche
who is probing for
hidden lava? I sense
Eyes of the dark constantly
watching my being.
Never let me off the sight.
In a burnt sleep, just
a fistful light left for me
I walk on destined path
searching myself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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