A coldness seeps through me,
entering labyrinths of foreign emotions,
cantering alongside visions in passing.
Reflections shining into my mind,
bringing up past reminders what life
used to be like when I was younger.
Sincere thoughts pile atop one another,
vying for a place first in line, all
possible combinations are evenly
tabulated and shared together as one.
(9/7/11)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem