I CAN NEVER MAKE MY DREAMS SING
I can never make my dreams sing
The way the world of symbols should-
I can never make my memories remind themselves
That they are Poems-
I should have been another kind of light
But all I could sing was Darknesses inside-
Woe to me and woe to the world I cannot help but loving-
We are as all the dreams
Stuff of the transient distance
Whose messages no one will ever reveal
Not even as lost hopes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem