Longing possessing the intricate weavings of inner emotion,
strumming particles of sorrow and pleading.
Allowing blades of pain to furrow deep and bring about tears,
falling into realms of discouragement and rebounding
fears.
Compelled to pretend that nothing is amiss, checking quietly
for the missing peace of life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem