Everyday experiences plop my way as I settle down looking
for a place to stay.
Day after day, things keep going by, leaving me standing
with no where to live.
Not a worry, not a care and everything's where it should
be, yet, here am I with a silence so deep it can't be
quenched.
A feeling of love so way down inside makes me so happy -
why do I want to cry?
This silence I can't define, though the love I know is real,
wanting to cry because this love isn't being expressed to
the extent I desired.
That's why the silence is in me - in reality it's despair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem