In the forests of unawareness, where the soul searches for itselves, I seek You.
For, You have some of me, I feel.
I find in You.
With You I find some of me.
Or is it We.
Maybe.
I didn't start it.
Maybe it started me.
Whatever.
Just be with me, till me.
As in You I find me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem