Tender heart filled with delicate emotions, standing
on the edges of life, no purpose except to exist for
a while longer.
Thoughts rippling along the surface of intellect, pro-
jecting visions onto sunsetical shores, following tides
rising and falling, being interjected by silent knowing
coming to light.
Wanton disregard floating about, unable to find anywhere
to grasp, a lone seafarer without hope, stranded in the
longevity of this life for however long it will continue.
Then at last letting go, watching as it flows into a
darkness that will never be known afterwards by anyone
in this life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem