In the dark
And silent night
A question that doesn't exist
Comes in my sleepy realm,
Whole night it teases me,
Next morning.......
An answer that doesn't exist
Knocks my door gently,
Soon I wake up
With great enthusiasm,
Slowly I find myself as a blithe spirit.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Some answers can be found with awakened eyes. Very nice poem