Wandering the deepest interior of tangled jungle,
searching for some caring, a little understanding.
The only theme dredged from below is the misguided
presence of hate and withdrawal.
Sounding tributes of past indecency, written on
pages of souls, are listed inconsequentially on
tattered books in rows of disarray.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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