Whither I go, life is always reflected in the mirror of
my soul where it begins and ends with a solitary purpose,
Questions pondered, analyzed, placed together like a
picture puzzle that has been innately created in my mind.
Solid and impactful, rising into the atmosphere filled
with an anticipating grief, stemming from interior loss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem