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 lie down.
Not a worry nor a care and everything's where it should be.
Here am I with a silence so deep it can't be quenched.
A feeling of love 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 desire.
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