The piercing screams of wonder only heard by hearts
Communicates at first so slowly its message, to hopes corpse
Encrypted tales of mouth join in on vain efforts
Then gradually is absorbed by nature, then to egos self
Beset inside like a seed, growing pains of shattered desire
Bloom into a bitter fruit of remorse and resentments
For what now is may not always be
But for now…. it is
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem