ALONE IN THE LOSTNESS OF THE ENDLESS DAY AND NIGHT
Alone in the lostness
Of the endless
Day and night
I sing my despair
All has not been lost
Nothing really has been lost
But I am lost for now
Today
Or perhaps only part of today
I am lost
Until writing this
I come alive again.
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I would like to translate this poem
Day and night still run in cycle of endlessness. I sing my despair. Through writing you come alive again. A nicely penned poem is beautifully penned.10