Sensations penetrating this mind, tantalizing, enticing
love from within.
Wanting to know if it is real or imagined, so many hours
left to self, now knowing nothing of sensations of human
love nor having ever experienced it in this forsaken world.
Stepping out onto the platform of an inner train station,
finding no destination to head for, finding no reasons
to become on this earth.
Loving having been deported before ever having become a
flowering passion, no more desires to be found on this
side of heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem