Gone.
Without word,
Without sound.
Stolen away,
Taking my hope,
Dissolving my dream.
Leaving confusion
And question,
With no answer.
Only a bittler taste
Of misunderstanding.
With no resource,
To clarify
The mistake.
A bitter taste,
Of tarnished image,
unresolved.
(6.4.7 Inner Thoughts)
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I would like to translate this poem
Analyse the cause; mistake and the bitter taste will be resolved!