Searching for something that has never been found before,
knowing it exists, but where it is continues to be a mys-
tery that cannot be fathomed.
Shying away from crowded places, looking beyond the darken-
ed sadness of yesterday's history, climbing into depths of
tears, sliding through them like ice skaters on a rink.
Glistening sorrow being expressed in silent particles that
no one seems to see, yet somehow are known to exist beyond
the confines of this mind, lying somewhere deep within a
broken heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem