There is a verse
missing from my unfinished song.
A melody is lacking
to complete the music.
There is a piece
that will never be permanently
lodged into my frame.
Circumstances, differences
and inconsideration distorts
the picture, the sound, and the words.
My song and puzzle
will never attain perfect completion.
I will always be a border,
devoid of the one inner piece
that brings forth euphoria and beauty.
My soul shall tuck itself in the closet
where memories of my inspiration
dwell in a hallowed space.
My soul is surely to find
a little bliss there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There will be always something unachievable! What a delicate sensitiveness in this poem.