What do you ache for...
the words that can never quench
the piercing noise
the heart beats that flow into a cauldren
of wishes long spent
the box that is created with
the walls made of lies
change to silent dreams of wonder
we understand that it is we who forged
the way with endless wanting
the time will come when we can
drift on a river of content so sweet
we lose the way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
..such agile phrasing... :)