Compiling messages from past encounters, collecting them carefully, arranging each one in exacting order, according to emotions formed within my heart.
Developing mind-sets in jungles of ideas, calculating, dividing, separating and uniting it all into whatever I write down in poetical form for selfish reasons of sanity.
Keeping close, huddling together in fields of remorse, filled with oceans of tears, centered within my soul while on earth's shores.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem