Is the sun rising or setting?
I cannot seem to tell,
either coming or going
it has already befell.
I wonder how to feel,
and question why I do.
Did someone steal
my heart, was it you?
Warm or cold,
either way I'll think;
what weight does it hold,
how deep can I sink?
Where do I turn?
I've gone around and around.
What is it to burn,
where is the ground?
I feel as a blind man,
deaf to the sea
and unable to stand.
Is this a dream?
Smile and i'll smile,
frown and i'll cry.
I can go another mile,
all the while wondering why.
- Samuel Richard Leonard
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem