I walk, I run
I stop, I wait
I hope,
It is around the corner.
The coat on my shoulders
It is too much of a kind
Too long,
Too black.
I feel the raindrops
Coming through my hair
It makes everything; heavier
I look around
It seems very far,
The space betweeen us
Though it seems near; to my heart
It is too far for the mind.
A cliff that I fell from
Now I try climbing
One true moment I tried holding on
Came back.
Suddenly mountains lose
All their glory in my eyes
Oceans are shallow,
Forests disappear...
There is no such thing
As harmony
If there isn't a spring
After a winter.
Thus I lose it all.
I am lost.
Even it they come,
I am broken, I am said farewell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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