If mortal feelings, had true colors?
If they could hide, in the abyss?
How could I've touched suppressive thoughts?
When they survive, in what's surreal.
Again, I've suffered, in banished fate.
Again, in mere existence, in time and space,
To live in limbo, is to die awake!
I'll but exist, await the day!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem