Joining former thoughts in a conclave of sorrow,
hoping to find a reprieve from it's long-standing
figure in my mind.
Never seeming to get it's center to come out and
be dissipated.
Regularly strutting down hallways of happiness
and putting a wrench in the way just for the heck
of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem