Through windows of life, I see sorrow, sadness, emptiness.
All of them leading towards loneliness, no where else to
go, too many tears to carry along the roads of life.
As I quietly walk into the tunnels of awakening, I see
shadows coming forward.
Sending me down corridors off to the side, awaiting there,
are shadows of feeling, persisting in being felt and
expressed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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