Listening to harmonic music filling a mind with it's graceful melody, giving it plenty to think about as I roam this world, trying to find my way around.
Lonely, being abducted by an intense grief that just won't let go.
Idly, standing by, adjusting and altering my stance in darkened hallways, crying abundantly, wanting to be held and cared for, knowing that it will never be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem