there are so many things to see
in darkness
the darkness that you create
by the mere closing of your eyes
so many black shapes to touch
too pleasing to your fingers
it is when you wake up
when you go into the light
that gleaming shapes begin to cause the pain
and no one likes it
now you have to choose
where to live
and when and how
you must begin from the closing of your eyes
the point where your heart starts to open
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem