Field of dreams
Ocean of sorrow
Well of tears
Mountain of hope
Landmarks of the heart
Places where I wander
As I travel through this land within
I find no joy
Pleasure is absent
I drown in the ocean
The well has no bottom
The mountain is but a hill
The field but a shrub
And my heart seems truly an empty place
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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