The touch I seek,
The fragrance I smell,
The beauty I cherish,
All springs around you.
The broken pieces I gather,
The hope I feel,
The intensity I long for,
All springs around you.
My vision, the agony darkens;
My bones, the emptiness crushes;
My soul, the loneliness burns;
Yes I'm nothing but a ruin.
Tortured, the sensors are;
Fractured, the boneless heart is;
My true spirit, I miss.
Thus I seek thee in me.
The reason to sense,
The reason to breathe,
The reason to survive,
All springs around you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem