My soul is in bleak sadness... the feeling is low...
my soul is in bleak sadness... what can I bestow...
My mind is an utterly blank canvas...
upon which many things can be found...
but, then, why is my soul in bleak sadness...
I'm afraid, because,
to that...
I'm bound......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nan.... you have the talent; I would love to read more of your works..... please do upload them here. This is a nicely done piece and I pray you are no more afraid!