Deep in my soul, I reside quietly, contemplating life through writing poetry.
Delicate issues, emotional turmoil - it all gets ironed out through thought.
Intense, silent, becoming inner solitude alone.
Serious visions cloud my mind with turbulent images of the past, surrounding me with sadness,
pushing me deeper, closer to the edge.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem