I couldn't see, but I could hear...
I couldn't touch, but I could feel...
I couldn't walk, but I traveled...
I couldn't eat, but was never hungry...
I couldn't care, but I could cry...
I could smerk and I could sigh...
But I could never wake,
But would also never die...
I was by myself, but never lonely...
This is what it is like in the dark of the daytime light...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmm.. I like how you expressed everything....