Let me see in the darkness
Let my dream and nightmare
Stroll in the depths of forests
Silence whirls to break
What the creature of dark learns for me
Even my desire dies slowly
I still exist in the depths of solitude
I sip fallen tears
Memories run like a thorn brush
Can you say something for me
Something peering
And lucid
So if you wake up in the morning
You find me nowhere
Not in your dream
Nor in your nightmare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem