If one
could
step
into the
midnight,
let
darkness
surround.
pull a
blanket
over my
head,
become
invisible.
attach
themselves
to a leaf,
blow away
in the
breeze.
float
away on
a cloud,
move
past
tomorrow.
the quest
of life
would be
no more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem