Soaring through the cold-stone night
The empty soul searches
For the missing pieces of its world
As with time they have gone awry
Never to be found again
So desperate and forlorn
It continues its search
Day after day
Year after year
Even though it knows the search is futile
And as the years pass
The soul will slowly end its search
Not giving up
But simply accepting
What the years have shaped it into
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem