A man walks down a long hall
then stops beside a door. He
take a key and lets himself inside.
The air is damp and cold, he turns on
the light so he can see. He look on
the shelves and then the paper.he doesn't
see what he was look for. See God called the
the man and asked him to find a soul.The man
said he would look again.no one had turned it
in
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem