Sooner look for fish in a tree
Or for birds in the ocean deep,
Than to look in this world for she,
For I did, and now only weep.
I looked in the corners round
And under each and every stone,
But ended lost with nothing found
And have never been so alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Craig Michael Borgeson. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.