My soul wanders in the woods
Searching for it's mate.
Reciting loudly in echoes of hard times,
Maybe in tears and pain.
In every path it searched.
Only the arid leaves it saw,
Lying lonely striped in the woods.
The footstep of my soul is all I heard,
From the shriveled leaves.
Could it be a good bye into thin air?
Would my soul still find peace?
Maybe someday my soulmate,
Will return to it's ancient soul lover.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem